Fly me away to Ireland
To see if the hills are really that green
And to roll so far down them
And laugh in emerald grass
Hold me while we’re in Ireland
As the grass tickles my back
Tell me of leprechauns with gold
Let me laugh, let me laugh
Play with me in our Ireland
On that old rope swing by the lake
As the breeze tosses my hair
When I swing and swing and swing
Kiss me under our sea green moon
And sway to our made-up song
Run with me toward the pot of gold
As we dance around the rainbow
Stay with me in Ireland
In a place filled with bottle green
And shamrocks and clovers and ale
And love, our love, and freedom
Report a Policy Violation
the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Follow us on Twitter
Become a fan on Facebook
Comments
Nice poem though
p.s. You didn't include the enormous amounts of rain in the poem.
--
Subject to availability. Terms and conditions apply. Please contact your local dealer for more information.
lol yea my dad's side fo the family is from ireland and everywhere in that area constantly has rain XD
--
In the room the women come and go,
Talking of Michaelangelo
~Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
--
In the room the women come and go,
Talking of Michaelangelo
~Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
--
LESTIATAWMD - Let's eat something that I'm allergic to and watch me die
--
In the room the women come and go,
Talking of Michaelangelo
~Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
--
LESTIATAWMD - Let's eat something that I'm allergic to and watch me die
if you dont mind, how did you find this poem...it isn't exactly new
--
In the room the women come and go,
Talking of Michaelangelo
~Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Previous Page12345...Next Page