Irish Heaven Poem by michael Smajda
Irish Heaven
When I inhale the fresh air in Ireland,
It is much like a breath coming from God.
When I view the green grasses of Ireland,
It looks like God, himself, planted the sod.
And when I mingle with Ireland's people,
I am amazed how congenial they can be,
Truly, I found the Emerald Isle of Ireland
To be earth's God's Heaven from sea to sea.
Thursday, December 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: ireland
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