The Voyage of Annie Moore

The Voyage of Annie Moore

She stood shivering in the night

Her siblings never far from sight

The fog was hanging thick in the air

As they stood waiting saying a silent prayer

Tonight the journey will be across the ocean

On the high seas a future, stirring emotion

A new country lured them away from gloom

A place of adventure with more than enough room

The possibilities she could no longer ignore

For these were the dreams of Annie Moore

This was the night she would bid farewell

to the old country, but feelings she could not quell

Just a seventeen-year old girl with young brothers at her side

Courage she would need to project and never hide

This Irish girl from a riparian village on the river Lee

Called County Cork her home but yearned to be free

Blessed with the gift of the fight

She would survive this journey in her own right

Fearless and free her future had called

Not thinking twice, her confidence unequalled

The voyage would be long and Christmas spent at sea

But soon to be reunited with her family

She did not need any holiday feast

Intent on battling the hunger beast

She counted four long years since her parents emigrated

Leaving a very young Annie and her little brothers truncated

After twelve erratic days at sea their incredible journey was complete

Their energy low and almost deplete

The arrival was memorable as they stepped onshore

The cheering crowd at Ellis Island did welcome Annie Moore


Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

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Annie Moore, from Ireland, departed what is now Cobh, in County Cork by steamship on December 20, 1891. She was the first immigrant processed through the new Immigration Building, Ellis Island, New York on January 1, 1892.  Twin statues like the one pictured here have been erected in Cobh and Ellis Island.

For more information on Annie Moore’s immigration CLICK HERE

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  21 comments for “The Voyage of Annie Moore

  1. October 13, 2018 at 10:14 am


    • Christine Bolton
      October 13, 2018 at 11:03 am

      Thank you Luisa. I was recently in Ireland and the story inspired me to write the poem.

  2. September 27, 2018 at 10:57 pm

    How interesting! I loved the poem and the story behind it. The similarities are there between our stories. The search for freedom and a better life is the desire of all immigrants.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 27, 2018 at 11:17 pm

      Yes! My heart goes out to all who wish for a better life 🙂

  3. September 13, 2018 at 10:18 am

    I love this, Christine. Brava!

    • Christine Bolton
      September 13, 2018 at 10:34 am

      Thank you so much! I enjoyed being her for a while 😊

      • September 14, 2018 at 12:57 pm


  4. paeansunplugged
    September 12, 2018 at 9:53 pm

    This is so wonderfully written Christine.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 13, 2018 at 12:08 pm

      Thank you, as always. You’re so kind 😊

  5. September 12, 2018 at 8:32 pm

    Wow! I just loved the rhythm you used to tell the story!

    • Christine Bolton
      September 12, 2018 at 8:50 pm

      Thank you so much! You are always so kind 😊

      • September 12, 2018 at 9:55 pm

        I enjoy reading your writing.

      • Christine Bolton
        September 12, 2018 at 11:16 pm


  6. September 12, 2018 at 3:10 pm

    Absolutely Marvellous to weave in those word prompts into such an excellent poem, that is really fantastic.

    • Christine Bolton
      September 12, 2018 at 3:22 pm

      Aww thanks Kristian! 🙂 could you tell i was just in Ireland?

      • September 13, 2018 at 4:31 am

        Ha ha, Now you mention it, it had that lyrical quality. Did you kiss the blarney stone? 😉

      • Christine Bolton
        September 13, 2018 at 8:13 am

        We went to Blarney Castle but the line was so long – an hour wait – to kiss the stone. I always thought it was for good luck but evidently it is for eloquence. I’m hoping I have enough! LOL 😊

      • September 13, 2018 at 8:26 am

        You have plenty. I didn’t kiss the stone either when I went because I’m scared of heights and the thought of dangling backwards over the edge of the castle with someone holding my feet didn’t sound such a great idea. Also I already talk too much…. 🙂

      • Christine Bolton
        September 13, 2018 at 8:35 am

        Yes!! I didn’t think my back would hold up 😬
        I didn’t mind missing it. Thanks for your kind words Kristian.

      • September 13, 2018 at 9:26 am


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