Green and verdant
lush and pure
mystical Erin
antiquely mature.
Inspiring land
tells the poets prayer
while the artists paints
his love affair.
Where the fiddlers lament
plays every heart
and the knackard donkey
pulls home his cart...
For we the Irish
dwell in nature
in our thatched roof cottage
and turf fire culture.
Here we sit on milking stools
and listen atentivley
to history's jewels.
We'll sing our songs
and smile at wakes
because we give our soul
to mother Ireland
to take.

I'd like to thank you for taking the time to enter my contest, 'Images From Around the World' with your thought-provoking poem.
The imagery was perfect for this piece!
Judging will be done soon, and I wish the best of luck to you!! Thanks again, and have a great day!!!






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