Ireland
She lets Atlantic waters
Shape her rugged shores
From sandy unspoilt beaches
To her mighty Granite towers
Warm breezes from the Gulf Stream
She welcomes when they arrive
Even though they bring her
Rain laden cloudy skies
Yet that is what makes
Her grass so emerald green
The most beautiful island
That you have ever seen
Her silver lakes and rivers
And heather covered hills
Brown peat from bogs does welcome
Warding off deep winter chills
Her seeds are scattered over
This great globe that we frequent
When we return to her again
It’s a present Heaven sent
To look and to admire
The views that she provides
We stand there as the tears fall
And our hearts they fill with pride
Copyright © Robert Andrew Lyle | Year Posted 2014
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