Far from the raging sea
folks born and bred ashore
live in a town called Limbo
tucked away in a green glen
surrounded by mountains
and miles of spruce forests
Babies born abominably drunk
on mother's milk in Limbo
carouse away the livelong day in song
Postmen in Limbo trudge their routes
with Saint Patrick's shillelagh in hand.
They ask everyone in Limbo-
'A wee gallows with a red rose
was sent to you from the asylum
in fair Roscommon. Did you receive it? '
The wee folk come down to Limbo
every green Spring to play bagpipes,
to dance and to sing in the town
by the light of the midnight sun!
I take ityou must be Irish-I love the irish people they are so much.Ever read a Crock of Gold? Your portrayal a fairy land is very beautiful.Wonderful I gave you a ten
Mike, I liked it a phrase: 'to dance and to sing in the town by the light of the midnight sun! ' It is very picturesque, beautiful and warm poems, unforgettable landscapes... Best wishes... Tsira
Good poem, I think, Check out a coupla my poems, I'm only 13 but you'd be suprised! :)
Sounds like a nice place. But I've never seen any 'wee folk'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem reminds me of an old Irish folktale. And I suspect you don't want to remain in Limbo past nightfall or you'll be trapped forever. Fun poem, L&T