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A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi. (In front of you, a precipice. Behind you, wolves.)

Wednesday, April 6, 2022

National Poetry Month--Day the sixth--Tricube Poems--Eire Green

 

 

Hanging out over the Cliffs of Moher--Not scary or anything and it was a lot further down than it looks...;)

Today we're doing Tricube poems. If you're as snowed about them as I am, go here. If you just want to read mine, stay here...;) 

Eire green

Fills my soul

I live there

 

Hiking home to Killarney from Muckross Abbey in the rain

In the air

Music lives

Feeds my love

 

Give my heart

To that place

sláinte mhaith

(Means to your health.)

©2022 by H. Linn Murphy


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