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Water crashes against an unmoveable stone face.
As white foam blows high like star's in space.
My gaze reaches up and over rolling hill's of
beautyful green grass where bird's fly soaring high
looking down on a wonderous land as old as time but as 
fresh as the morning dew.
Smoke drifts from a turf fire with colour's of white and blue.
Cloud's of soft cotton spread gently their beauty leaving 
bright blue colour's with ray's of golden sunshine.
This is a place where time passes gently by with no time to waste.
Every moment want's to hold you in the palm of it's hand 
softly wrapping you in it's beauty.
As you long to stay . 
You have found a place like no other.
Along the Wild Atlantic Way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 6/1/2019 3:54:00 AM
Welcome from the great state of California. I heard so often how beautiful your country is. And your poem tells me that. Panagiota Romios. Long name. Some call ne PR..,,
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Date: 5/14/2019 1:55:00 PM
Lovely; emotionally felt of a '...wondrous land as old as time but as fresh as the morning dew.' Welcome to poetry soup.
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Damien Prouse
Date: 5/14/2019 2:43:00 PM
Thank's Dennis for warm welcome..