Long before I met Eireann
I was told that she was one
of the Mac Clan but it made
little sense to me as I had
never been to Ireland nor
was I ever expecting to go
there until that is, she put
something in my tea and I
woke in Waterville County
Kerry where the Atlantic
Ocean was blowing a Gael
force wind laden with what
she called sea seeds which
fall on the land fertilising the
grass that feeds the cows
and gives is Kerrygold™
was how she put it while
we sat on a bench near
the statue of **** O’Dwyer
under the cover of her Mac.