Of All of Ireland

Of all the gold in Ireland

Your eyes are richest still

Rivers running from sweetened rain

Green lands, freshly tilled.

Of all the beauties of the world

Bagpipes bellowing songs still

You still are the most stunning, my love

From hot summers to winter's chills.

Of all the spirits of Ireland

Your flame is nothing less than the sun

Laughter echoing through the trees

Heard by the deafened, blind and dumb

You, my love, are most precious to me

You have me by my core

Though your body is ash, your soul remains

Dancing on the Eastern Shore.

So as long as this work remains

To be read, scorned and known

It will and forever be your eulogy

Of someone not quite gone.

Reviews

[BrynnaW.]

Very beautiful!! I loved it! You used great descriptions to create an image that was gorgeous! :) I really enjoyed it! Good job and keep on writing!