Open Poetry #31 |
Irish Green |
Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
Under the green, green of my Irish forefathers I know not why I was born with yearning for those Emerald Isles, for those Shamrock Shores that my ancestors have not graced for many, many a year. Yet, my Celtic heart was joined to that beautiful lass whose mist-swept skirts encompass my soul, whose golden coasts beckon me to the promise of her Leprechaun fields, to the magic in the mystic ways of Erin. Then, green is my heart and green is my blood under the green, green of my Irish forefathers. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
This is beautiful -- I hear it calling to me, as well, even though that is not my ancestry as far as I can tell. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I have a bit of Irish in me and I love this write! |
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