Atlantic waves came crashing
against her raised and rugged breasts
I was haunted by her beauty
and in the manner of her dress.
Flowing was her simple skirts
of velvet emerald green
a patchwork of shades and colour
trimmed with golden at the seams.
Entranced was I for years
with her music and her songs
caught up in all her mystery
I was glad to dance along.
I followed her through the vallley's
down past the fairy glen and
there beneath the waterfall
I bathed with little men.
One night as she lay sleeping
draped in a diamond shawl
in the silence of her breathing
I heard my ancestors call.
"This is your humble home now son
back to your family's clan
and the beauty who has enchanted you
well son...her name it is Ireland."
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I've never been there myself but maybe someday. Anyway, thank you for taking the time to enter. Excellent work and best of luck in my contest
You have captured my heart with this awesome & sentimental poem, Lady Ireland!! 
I am also ready to move there myself, along with Angelflower!! 
If I knew I could find work and a good man to share the good times with, I'd be over there in a flash!! 
