A NORTHERN IRISH HOMELAND (County Down)
Summertime, the day is long, Swift and Swallow on the wing; It is the land where I belong, Of which the Harpers sing. Trees cascading o’er the bower, As Pheasant peck and roam; Haze of heat engulfs the hour, Here where I call home. Tide in recess as rocks stand bare, Fringe of…