Her Emerald Isle's gorgeous, bracing seas
Cut upon her rugged gems of shoreline cliffs,
Belying those terrifying, haunting memories
Of The Troubles brewing in her proud Irish past.
Her people are her greatest seed -
They live, and laugh, and love,
And bleed;
For freedom, her reigning creed...
Her forest bird songs chirp of the tallest tales
Of mischievious faeries and leprechaun charms,
As breezes gently rustle her majestic emerald plains,
Magic is sprinkled upon her glorious coastal range.
With a hug, a bowl of Irish stew, and a cuppa tae,
My Irish family is always there, waiting for me;
My country is my life, my breath, my very soul,
Irish blessings of my loving people make me whole.


xx

I cannot wait to see the Emerald Isle personally... I found the image where it talked about having been a clear day, it IS gorgeous!! Wikipedia is where I found it, the photo has won awards for the clarity, that Irish photographer IS good!! I ought to add that note to my AN. Thanks again for stopping by, having you visit my pages is warming my heart tonight... Take care, I hope you're staying warm & comfy there yourself!! xx Peace & love Always, Cyn 



Thanks again, you made my day!! 

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