The Sunny South.

An ode to my home-land.

From Wexford to Kilkenny,
The outline unseen,
Winds of warm nature,
The people ever keen.

The sunny south they call,
The beaches are clean,
The warm summer is coming,
Eyes with a gleam.

Aspiring old Wolfe Tone,
A name marked in history,
The Slaney deep and blue,
Now the end of a story.

Author's Note

Just a biddy for those in Ireland really.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You are leaving a mark on poetry as those greats left their mark on Ireland. A great tribute...:)..................

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly. ....:))))

[lissalovesyou]

Ooh, just fantastic! I can imagine everything as you describe it!
lissalovesyou:)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Thank you.

[Jill Wallflower]

I'm not from Ireland, but I like this. It shows the beauty of the country :)

[paul]

rolls along, like a song.
one story ends, another begins

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your correct, these days it's more wind and rain!! Thank you for your kind words.

[roy mccarthy]

nice poem,although there aint much sun in the south these days!
cork & wexford,2 nice places....