No joy without this Clan

                   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

 I talk to you of honor

From a time long past
When our fathers from the old land
Gave all to the very last

 Some were not so lucky

They were moved to distant shores
Others gave their lives
In midst the fog and gore

 I often think of how they fought

And lived without complaints
With hardships, loves lost and won
No single thought of can’t

 We’ve conquered past and present

To move us through this world
Our family close and distant
Is our finely polished pearl

We are the sprigs of Domhnaill

Where we plant we grow
With our faith in kin and God
We reap the good we sow

 When I’m laid to rest

With plaid and pipes a blown
I’ll gather with the long gone kin
And never be alone

 The days I have left

Are in Gods protecting hands
All I know is this
There’s no joy without this Clan