John Smith Ireland, a dear Dundee weaver's son
bagpipes in his blood flowing with ancient tunes
carrying the songs of his legendary Scottish greats

tearful departures from Glasgow forever changed lives
torn family couldn't bear the sight of the sailing ship
all communication lost to the breeze within decades

Canadian trails paved by diverse sons and daughters
further divisions in loved ones came with sudden shock
soon a new century would cause even further exile

triple deaths within weeks finally broke shattered spirits
an immigration to the USA led to total isolation for one
a painful heart could no longer bear a return to his home

John Charles Ireland, a devoted descendant understands
how sweet, aging eyes would flood with bittersweet tears
only making him love even more his treasured grandfather

Dedicated to my sweet Pop, Harold Jack Coyne Ireland...

I carry his dad's first name as mine...
always with pure love...