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By: Cally2001~

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I sit beneath weeping willow

that sweep the grass with tears of rain
Rolling hills and misty meadows
Embrace the fields of wheat and grain
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Emerald land of Celtic splendor
Where Irish myth runs true and free
Where love seeks its sweet surrender
With names carved on the Rowan tree
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With hosts of golden Daffodil’s
That grow in bliss of solitude
Neath rambling clouds and gentle hills
To fragrant wind in magnitude
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In pubs where fiddlers love to play
To share the joy that laughter brings
With gathered friends to drink the day
And string the harp of angel wings.
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Wind shimmers in the fields of corn
With nurtured heart beats from sweet earth
That feed the lamb when it is born
Then, share its leaves to warm their birth.
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Like needle work her land outspread.
A beauty seen beyond compare.
Weave tapestry with velvet thread
That blends with chant of morning prayer
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Memories of cradled sights I’ve seen.
With wisdom’s voice and stories told.
Lie wrapped in hills of Emerald Green
Will haunt me til my days of old.
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©
Orania Hamilton
Cally2001