What Ireland Means to Me

 
 

 

The disparate shades of green

Seamlessly blending in this scene

 

Oh, Emerald Isle

So tantalizingly free and mobile

In this episodic while

For you, I save my smile

 

A milk-making machine

This island, my queen

Your wispy wind moving

Me through this lucid

And fleeting Aisling

 

Enveloped

By the zealous, oscillating

Irish sea

Your waves lovingly cradle me

 

The clouds synchronous

Swaying low

Feeling life so

deliciously slow

 

It just goes to show

There’s more to this

mysterious

Oileán

Than I may ever know

 

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