Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Why I am moving to Ireland

I hear they rejoice in
simple pleasures, sing
with strangers on
cobblestone streets, and
make foreigners feel
at home, their hearty
laughter and hearty
meals familiar,
they are your kin.

I hear they write
poetry, they're
famous for it
and their sunsets
are glorious.

1 comment:

Kefitzat Haderech said...

I like how a good portion of this poem comes from the History of Ireland notes I was reading you the other day.