Impressions of Southern Ireland
Little things please little minds, quick impressions in haiku poetry format 5-7-5 syllables based on this week’s travel journal – a brief visit to Southern Ireland
The trees are turning, the first horse-chestnut fallen, the white bird flown
White wind turbines spin, tankers journey from the East, fishermen long gone
We leave red sandstone, white boats on grey green waves, solitude awaits.
Abandoned millstones, grey granite memorials, the river runs on
Rainbows, pots of gold, the mountains swallow the sun, Leprechauns laughing‘
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