Ireland is different things to different people. For some, it is the struggle for independence. For others, it is leprechauns, four-leaf clovers, and Blarney. Yet others adore the lilting languages, and the ghosts. But for one poet, Ireland is a place to be created, and recreated, and deeply enjoyed--a timeless, mystical land as well as a metaphor of glorious things to come. Thyme For Nightmares. You have never experienced the Emerald Isle like this before.