10/31/2025
Blessed Samhain everyone! I found this lovely poem and had to share.
Samhain in Ireland
Samhain ancient Ireland, when the leaves turned gold,
And the harvest moon in the night sky rolled,
A sacred time, when the veil grew thin,
Samhain's ancient traditions begin.
The fires blazing on the hills so high,
As the villagers gathered, under the open sky,
To honor the spirits, both near and far,
With offerings of food and guiding star.
The spirits of ancestors are believed to room,
On this hallowed night, they'd find their home,
Families would set a place at the table,
For those who had passed, as long as they were able.
Turnips carved with a flickering light,
To ward off darkness and keep away the night,
As the world of the living and the dead intertwined,
In a dance of magic, in a realm undefined.
Costumes and masks, the living would wear,
To confuse any spirits who might wander there,
With bonfires and music, the night was alive,
As the old year passed, and the new one arrives.
So let us remember, on this Samhain's night,
The Irish traditions, both eerie and bright,
A time to honour our ancestors long gone,
As we celebrate from dusk to dawn.
In Ireland, Samhain's spirit lives on,
In stories and songs, in our hearts they belong.
A time of reflection, a time to connect,
With the spirits of old, we love and respect.
Poem by S.M.H
