The soul of the Irish is birthed in poetry matures in music and soars in song light on feet that beat out the heart of Eire. The wind carries our children and our song to foreign lands but the heart beats only for the sod and shide of home. We are the Irish with a history as dark as Guinness but as creamy and light as it's head and froth of sea foam on Ireland's shores....Imagine a world without us and this world is diminished more--song and story ghosts of forgotten lore.  
Tammy Niemi Dingman