Shannon's Well Come!/ Ireland, 2003
Arched as a Gothic Temples dome,
Arched as the wood of Cupid’s bow,
Arched as the back of Atlas bent,
The rainbow stretched from end to end.
Full of goodness, God and Goddess,
Each new dew-drenched droplet wreathing,
The checkered hills and bulwark cliffs
Where mans myth and mystery sleep.
No pot of gold, or leprechaun,
Could transform splendor to compare,
To the crystalline colored pallet
Which lay languid in morning's air.
Full of glory to the highest,
Each bright prism particle paired,
With all creation’s precious hues
Dancing, dreamily in the air.
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