Theme: Memories

The Emerald Isle

Sailing into Cork, I saw green hills, the sea was jade,
I understood why Ireland was called the emerald island.
On the sheer slopes sheep grazed; chancers I thought
the slightest slip and they will fall into verdant waters.
Why not graze on the plateau be happy with modest
fodder if not as succulent as grass too unsafe to get at?
Sheep do fall sometimes they are rescued by a passing
voracious fishing vessels, and end up as Irish stew.
Cork was pretty port it had a no hasty feel back then,
 it became a busy place ignoring the hazardous slopes,
but holy is economic progress, lush living for everyone.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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