Green Hills of O'Ireland
In the wilderness of the greenest hills
Where tall black trees
Overhang the surroundings
One finds the atmosphere
Like a person
Living on the top of a hill in O'Ireland.
The trees' leaves drooping
Over each slimy vine
Makes the house
Look like
An antique mansion
In the horizon
Beyond the green hills
Full of colorful trees.
One can discover that the environment so calm
In its peaceful woodsy breeze
Sitting beneath the dark shade
Of an enormous tree
As you look up into the clear blue sky
Full of immense white puffy clouds.
Copyright © Valerie Ann Thomas | Year Posted 2014
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