A Green Isle
The dark green of her eyes matches
An island far away
That lush green isle known as Ireland
A place to see one day
There is an arched shrub lined pathway
A gate there opens wide
So lush and green the passage there
It beckons come abide
Through a gate there's a lighthouse white
A beacon that flashes
A light to guide through darkest night
In the morn refreshes
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Irish Poems
Written from viewing photographs
taken of Ireland
The form is a type of Poulter's Measure
8,6,8,6 _the six syllable lines rhyme
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013
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