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SHANNON

Astonian

gone but not forgotten
Tho,My Feet are Planted in a far - land,
There is Somewhere they would rather be ;
Faith, IT,S Planted firmly in the dark brown sand
WHERE The Shannon river meets the sea .

My heart is e,er returning to my darling
Whose blue eyes mean all the world to me,
Oh, ,tis heaven -- and some-one,s placed an angel there --
Where the shannon river meets the sea .
Tho, my father told me other lands were fair
I,M afraid With him i can,t agree ,

For I always long to greet the scented air,
WHERE the Shannon meets the sea .

There are no lips so sweet and so Beguilding,
As those lips, I hope belongs to me;
Tho, I go on roaming sure my heart remains,
Where the shannon river meets the sea.
 
Astonian - I thought this was an especially romantic poem - so much so you have inspired me - so have spent the day writing these words with a different view - my mom was of Irish descent

Here I came to the waters edge
Where the Shannon meets the sea
Runs and ripples with the stirring
Reflecting the sky darkly
Over the pallid sea of thought -

Burned with dreams of freedom
Men killed in battle or hanged
Moon falls among rushes
In shadows and in garden trees

The darkness would be broken
But the dream never rests
By the crash of each wave
Their hope never wanders-
Or resists

Sleep until the dawn rises
And on the horizon of the sea
Wings of open fire is born
And everything is blue again

For the old ones are with us
Their shadows remember
With free winds of summer
A time of the future
When time of the past are one.
 
Good Moning To You ,And Top Of The Mornin TO you Beryl
First Of All Can I Say Thank You For Your Comment .
And I Thoughly Enjoyed READING Your Poem ,And I Read It Over And Over Again To Myself
In Fact I Have Down Loaded It .
You To Have A Natural Talent With Words,And Born With The Gift Of Writing
I Love Irland , My Wife His A Irish Lady FROM KILDARE ,Her Parents Are From There
We Always Go Back ,Three Times A Year .
I Find It A Roamantic Place ,And It Gives You AN Inspiration For Writing
Have A Nice Day best wishes ASTONIAN ,;;;
 
Where the Shannon meets the sea you'll find the town of Limerick and it is indeed an area of outstanding beauty!
 
HI JERRY
WE ARE VERY KEYED UP ON IRELAND,
AS I HAVE SAID THE MOTHER ,AND FATHER ARE FROM THAT PART
OF THE COUNTRY , AND THE FAMILY ARE WELL KNOWN IN THAT PART OF
IRELAND AND RESPECTED IN B,HAM
THE FATHER IS FROM LIMERICK
YOU ARE RIGHT . IT,S A VERY ROMANTIC ,AND SCENERIC PART OF THE COUNTRY .
AS I HAVE SAID THE FATHER INLAW , AND HIS FAMILY , ARE HIGHLY RESPECTED
AND WELL KNOWN ,AND THE MOTHER INLAW IS FROM KILDARE .
BEST WISHES ASTONIAN ,;;;;
 
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