What Ireland Means to Me
By Veronica Roznyek | Mar 28 2018
The disparate shades of greenSeamlessly blending in this scene Oh, Emerald IsleSo tantalizingly free and mobileIn this episodic whileFor you, I save my smile A milk-making machineThis island, my queenYour wispy wind movingMe through this lucidAnd fleeting Aisling EnvelopedBy the zealous, oscillating Irish seaYour waves lovingly cradle me The clouds synchronousSwaying lowFeeling life so deliciously slow It just goes to showThere’s more to this mysteriousOileánThan I may ever know