Ireland Poem by Ian McArthur

Ireland



(Concrete poem)

This is ancient green land forged by fair-folk and plough
It has seen life sown and death touch the soil
It is saturated with energy
Ireland
The beauty and mysteries
Hits the mark that drives the mind to farthest
Can you balance on the little rock where your bones lie?

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Ian McArthur

Ian McArthur

Squamish, British Columbia
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