Ireland

My country, My Mother.

Home to many myths,

Few are rarely true,

God is their savior,

Hope they bestow in you,

Green and lush is their country,

Blue and Grey are their sky's,

Red apples are their cheeks,

Their sweet humble rhubarb pie,

Great Atlantic their ocean,

Irish sea their waters,

Bog land their grail,

There cooking in mortar,

farming their living,

Patrick their saint,

Shamrock their emblem,

English they 'aint.

Author's Note

A satirical look at Irish life!

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Your satire is very informative. There is an ocean fish in Alaskan waters called "Irish Lord". It is an unattractive fish, to say the least.

Nice poem!

[RidingTheWind]

My favourite part is definitely the last line! I love the imagery you've created with the rest of the poem, even if it is something like 'Blue and Grey are their sky's' :)

[Robin]

I felt that celtic poke in the chest from your last line , I enjoyed the tour .

[Dream Weaver]

I'm half Irish on me mums side, I really enjoyed this my friend!

[Andrea Vargas]

I very much enjoyed reading your poem, while reading it images past through my mind as if i were seeing everything in full detail.