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



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



Than I may ever know