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The Land of Erin


A Poem by A. F. Stewart
"
A mellow poem about Ireland.
"

The Land of Erin

 

 

Soft emerald hills,
where Gods lie in their slumber
And play their games.
 
Tales of myth
float in the air,
tarry in the fields.
 
Laughter and sorrow
dart around ruins
and fly from the ashes.
 
To build hope anew.


© 2009 A. F. Stewart
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