IRELAND
Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 6:10 pm
I was asked to write a poem with a celtic flavour so please let me know what you think
Ireland. ©
She may have been me birth place,
But Australia’s now me home.
For when I was a young lass,
I was sent across the briny foam.
Far away from old Kilkenny,
That place, I once did roam.
To a place that is so different,
From my old, old Irish home.
Where the grass was so much greener,
And there’s always water in the creek.
And evening fog, will settle in the glen.
But soft rain, it makes the place so bleak
But this country I’m now blessed with.
Has many different things to see.
In the vastness, of this mighty country,
Where sweeping plain will be
And her lofty covered mountain ranges,
That climbs up from fields of golden grain.
And streams that tumble from those mountain,
Will quietly wander, slowly once again.
Where her beaches golden sands prevail
And the sunlight on her sparkling waters
Make a wishful dream come true
Australia, this land, where I’m her daughter
Bill Williams the old battler
Ireland. ©
She may have been me birth place,
But Australia’s now me home.
For when I was a young lass,
I was sent across the briny foam.
Far away from old Kilkenny,
That place, I once did roam.
To a place that is so different,
From my old, old Irish home.
Where the grass was so much greener,
And there’s always water in the creek.
And evening fog, will settle in the glen.
But soft rain, it makes the place so bleak
But this country I’m now blessed with.
Has many different things to see.
In the vastness, of this mighty country,
Where sweeping plain will be
And her lofty covered mountain ranges,
That climbs up from fields of golden grain.
And streams that tumble from those mountain,
Will quietly wander, slowly once again.
Where her beaches golden sands prevail
And the sunlight on her sparkling waters
Make a wishful dream come true
Australia, this land, where I’m her daughter
Bill Williams the old battler