Ron MacDonald & Ira Young
Ira Young dropped by our tent at Newport Celtic Festival, him being the former State Commissioner for the state of Idaho. He graciously sent me this poem he had written:
No joy without this Clan
When our fathers from the old land
Gave all to the very last
Others gave their lives
In midst the fog and gore
With hardships, loves lost and won
No single thought of can’t
Our family close and distant
Is our finely polished pearl
We are the sprigs of Domhnaill
Where we plant we growWith our faith in kin and God
We reap the good we sow
I’ll gather with the long gone kin
And never be alone
All I know is this
There’s no joy without this Clan