Jun 2013
The blue waters hushing the land,
The sun hides behind the clouds stilling the land,
the winds breeze brushing the flowers,
in Ireland the land speaks
She makes me dream
I laugh at the thought of her
It is as though she has set me free
she makes me dream
The most wonderful dreams
The sun hides behind the clouds stilling the land,
the winds breeze brushing the flowers,
in Ireland the land speaks
She makes me dream
I laugh at the thought of her
It is as though she has set me free
she makes me dream
The most wonderful dreams
These are two separate poems that I wrote many years ago I thought you might like them.
