Summer Erin Poems

Erin, for a girl who embodies Ireland
by Michael R. Burch

All that’s left of Ireland is her hair—
bright carrot—and her milkmaid-pallid skin,
her brilliant air of cavalier...

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BACK TO ERIN

I want to go back
to Erin. I want
to see that green
isle again.

I want to drink a pint
of the Guiness and a
shot of the...

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