The scent of roasted barley
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
In Dublin’s heart
where the Liffey flows
a smoky sweetness
on the cool wind blows
The barley burns
a humble hymn of toil
steeped in the memory
of Ireland’s soil
The cobblestones hum
with steps of old
whispering tales
that were brave and bold
Rebellion’s roar
a poet’s rhyme
Each stone a witness
to another time
Emerald hills
in the distance gleam
a land that moves
like a waking dream
The waves that crash
on the western shore
sing of the courage
that came before
From famine’s shadow
to freedom’s light
they held their ground
they fought the fight
With songs and stories
with wit and fire
they built a nation
to inspire
Oh, scent of barley
in the Dublin air
a fleeting trace
yet always there
It binds the past
to the present hour
a quiet strength
a steadfast power
Ireland
land of love and art
of broken chains
and a mended heart
your beauty’s deep
your spirit strong
a country built
on a ceaseless song