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Mountains of Ireland
Don Hynes
August 30, 2015
I saw you once
in the mountains of Ireland
a narrow stream dropping
like a ribbon of ice,
once in a broad leaf
trunk smooth and silver,
spreading your arms
to birds in their flight;
on the ridge lines of Oregon
green trees forever,
in vines crowding the street
like kids at a fair,
I call you mystery
but not to make distance,
vast and unending
near and far as the air.
I look and keep looking,
the sound when I find you
a ring in my heart
like the bells of a church.
I kneel by your mountains
and bow to your ocean
here where I know you
in the beauty of Earth.
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