It is springtime in Ireland as the blossoms dressed the threes
The golden daffodils wave and waltz to the harmony of the breeze.
The sun shines on the fertile land and the crops begin to grow
Our rivers flow gently drifting on the way to the sea they go.
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A refined poetic imagination, Mai Venn. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.