Valerie Ann Thomas Poet Dramatic Verse

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.

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