Our Wild Irish hare
Mythical, magical,
Elusive creature,
Stuff of legend,
Iconic feature.
In Hibernia’s landscape
She takes pride of place,
Elusive and wraithlike,
A portrait of grace.
From meadow and sand dune
To wild mountain peak,
She’s genetically Irish
And this makes her unique.
From the far distant past,
Through the ice age she comes
With a plea for asylum
In her ancestral home.
Since time has been young
Many stories were told
Of her magical ways
And courage so bold.
Goddess of moon
And feminine soul,
She brings us fertility
In her mythical role.
And when Easter time comes,
Tho’ the winter’s been cruel,
She brings us the promise
Of life’s sweet renewal.
She is beauty incarnate,
So wild and so free,
As part of our heritage,
Her survival is key.
But her numbers are dwindling
And falling so fast,
She may never recover
Tho’ she’ll fight to the last.
If we wish that our children
On nature’s pageant may gaze,
As hares playfully caper
Or peacefully graze.
In meadows and fields,
Free from poison and plough,
We have to wake up
And we have to act now..
For a future without her
Would be soulless and bare,
She is part of our heritage-
Our wild Irish hare.
© M Brown
Moon-
Thru shadows,
Shapeshifting,
Wise-
Guised,
She slips
Amongst
Our dreams.
Bold spirit,
Wild, unbound,
Forever
Roams the land,
As moonstruck hare,
Moon-
Mesmerised,
By midnight’s
Moonbeams ,
She wistfully
Scans the heavens,
As her
Lonely,
Earthbound soul
Forever,
Yearns,
For home.
© M Brown