In Donegal where rainbows grow
and whisky tinted rivers flow.
The sheep all bunch up for the heat
when winter winds are laced with sleet.
In softer times, after the snow
then hedges of wild fuschia grow.
When people pass you in the street
they say "and how`s yourself this week?"
We don`t have zip codes, traffic lights
but ethnic music many nights.
fiddles, flutes, accordians
by half past three most peoples done.
A turf fire burns in the bar room
from September until early June.
The sweeping hills, devoid of trees
that can`t survive such heavy breeze
flung from the wild Atlantic shore
that rattles windows, slams shut doors.
But one thing that has to be seen
around you forty shades of green.
Author notes
Option 3. Whisky tinted rivers? Stained with the peat that is cut and dried for turf fires. I have often seen the sheep form tight circles in bad weather. The lucky ones are in the middle.
A contest entry
- Options Contest by Sonya-Erasmus.
1000 points, ended November 6, 15 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Came back to look at your forty shades of green and to admire again.
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This was a lovely poem, and I love how vividly you describe this place. It sounds incredible, really. Awesome write, and good luck in the contest.
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This sound like Ireland, or perhaps Wales...I love it when people still has their own traditional culture....Your poem is excellent done, a pleasure to read. the rhyming is skillfully done, no slant-rhyme, only real rhyme...great
...your balance or showing and telling is well done, I felt as if I saw the Atlantic and hear the doors....Your note mentioned a hard life also of the people...Thank you for entering the contest.
Erwin
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Charming and beautiful - you took me there with your words!
Moon -
In Donegal where rainbows grow
and whisky tinted rivers flow.
The sheep all bunch up for the heat
when winter winds are laced with sleet.
In softer times, after the snow
then hedges of wild fuschia grow.
This is such a beautiful poem! As usual! It was such a good take on the prompt! Nicely penned, my friend. I've entered our collaborated poem in a contest, and I will give you half the earnings if we win. Good luck in the contest!
Long time no see,
Claire
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An absolute stunner! who needs an artist and their canvas when we have such poetry as this. There's not enough words of praise in the dictionary for this poem, so very well written indeed!
Regards.
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Oh, William, this poem is truly beautiful!
Honestly, as I read this poem I imagined myself sitting at your feet, listening to you say this poem, and at the end you patted me on the head and I hugged your legs. This is one of my favorite poems that you have written, and I love your poetry, William. 
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Brilliant!
I love the imagery.
You painted such a beautiful picture with your words.
Thanks so much for entering and best of luck in the contest.
Hugs
Sonya -
This is wonderful, especially since it is about the Emerald Isle. I feel as if I've visited there( something I've always wanted to do).
This poem has charm and vitality that really draws the reader in and takes them there!
I love it!
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Yes! A real poem. Complete with rhythm, rhyme and awesome discription. Poetry doesn't excite me often so this was great. Many thanks for sharing. The discriptions were enough to give off the sent of sheep and whiskey.
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colorful and rich
Easily makes the transition from "something I just read" to " something that left an image behind"
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