Irish Friends Abroad Poem by Ryano ; ,

Irish Friends Abroad

You're no longer close at hand
Chugging along slow with turf load
You look pretty perched in gold sand
& in the fast lane on a sunset road

Neither will ever rue the day
We left our past among grey dust
For sitting on matters that lay
Our vagueness would be just

We'll go about business alike
Bottling lightning on endless roam
We'll talk about our different strikes
Seeing you & the cattle home

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