I'm staring at the sea
the cliffs in front of me
they look so grand
compared to the land
Wish I could touch them'
Wish I could hug them'
I'm staring at the grass
behind me a people mass
they talk so loud
I see a cloud
over the sea, in front of me
I see the cliffs they are so nice
The wind just feels like frosty ice
I'm staring at the stones
I feel the cold in my bones
I look behind
But i can't find
My friends, they're gone
I took too long
With staring at all those things
I wish I would have wings
To fly back to my friends
And now the poem ends.
I wrote this poem after visiting the cliffs of Moher in Ireland.