In the emerald embrace of rolling hills,
Where laughter echoes through the misty air,
An Irish family gathers still,
In warmth and stories, beyond compare.

The hearth is where their hearts entwine,
With tales of old and dreams anew,
Each whispered word, a golden line,
Binding past and future, in each hue.

The dance of shadows on the walls,
Reflects the rhythm of their souls,
In every step, their spirit calls,
To cherish moments, to feel whole.

In unity, they find their strength,
In love, their legacy is sown,
An Irish family, in breadth and length,
Together, never truly alone.