Ireland
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Auburn tressed,
( though I'm no
Shannon or Colleen)
circumstances
have made my home
the desert...
arid,
though never
barren
I have learned
of its
bounty...
Still,
Way back in the old days of Limerick,
The town's mayor was not quite so synergic,
So the people decided,
That they wanted to be provided,
With a foundation made of some newer brick.
My forebears ran through hills of green,
Their children gathered humble blooms
And carried them in bunches home,
They swam through white-and-turquoise seas,
Had no man taught me otherwise,
Dearest Wading Girl,
I peer at you through my canvas window
Watching as you dip your toes into the waters off the sharp Irish coast.
You wade through the yearnings of your kin
Reaching sun-dried dreams and
A variety of meaning green could bring
Objects, emotions, coloring
From the rolling green in Ireland hills
To bright stop lights, and dollar bills
Beauty Beams
Of Rolling hills
I only dream
of such thrills;
The breathtaking unseen
White Rocky Cliffs
Seafoam churns
Beyond all gifts
A smile returns
to: the infinite green
On and on, the music flows,Through the fields of the Village Green.
On and on the music goes,The Irish sing and dance it home.
On and on the music flows,Down the valley to the village below.
we fall in love in those in-between moments, like when the sun is buried right at the brink of that fine line and if you want to know the truth,the boy i sit next to in physics drew the horizon.
A lady at the store once called me
A Great American
Beacuse I gave her an extra discount
Patriotism
With the power to change, I would change power.
The people have to struggle while our leaders just cower.
Few enjoy all the blessings of wealth,
I can't tell the difference between my dreams and reality anymore
Everyday I wake up and yet I'm never really here
I find myself living within the parallels of a world that loved me unconditionally
1852.
Where am I?
What is this strange land that we happened upon?
I clutched my mother’s hand tightly,
Nearly doubling over,
At the stench of a strong sense of nationalism,
And pride,
