Treasure Island

Charles M. Moore

(1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Green.


Green are the valleys
green are the fields
green are the forests and long rolling hills
green like the shamrock and eyes with a smile
green as old Ireland
The emerald isle.

Submitted: Sunday, March 02, 2008
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2008
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