Poetry Travel Uncategorized

Real Ireland


Welcome to real Ireland


We slipped away

into a dream

my smile was worn out

before we left.

This trip was momentous

a page turning, the new bloom

a bookend.


Brush strokes pushed upon the shore.

Ireland, home to the hills,

the midst, the fairies, the folklore

and now us.


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