Hills dappled
with shadows
And Shamrocks
Vales riffled
With wildflowers
And thistles
Ancient stone structures
Bedecked in bleached
Lichens
‘Neath Falcons
shrill trill… and shepherd's
Tin whistles
Rainbows that end
Beyond distant
Glens
And Leprechauns
Stand guard O'er
kettles of gold
Unlike mere mortal men
Their lives
Never end
And ne'er die…
Or are espied…
Nor grow old
The cool Ocean mists
O'er the Loch
Rise and twist
O'er the shadows of
The Shamrocks
Wildflowers and thistles
That will persist and resist
Long after man ceases
...to exist...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
persists and resists. thanks. good write.