Eire--Rictameter Poem

Today, on this %@*&$ buggy day I'm doing a Rictameter poem if I can ever make the stinking thing work. Here you go. If it looks rotten, it's the stinking site's fault because I've deleted this whole page three times now and started over. I hope it's worth it...:o)

Eire

Land of forebears

You call with green velvet

Your history romances me

I come to walk your shores and seek my dead

To find the places where they lie

To breathe their forgotten

Heartfelt stories

Ireland   

© 2016 by H. Linn Murphy

If you'd like to try a Rictameter Poem yourself, this is the site to try. Have a lovely day!