Thursday, January 2, 2003

My Wicklow Hills (Erie) Comments

Rating: 5.0

There's dew on the grass and bloom on the rose
Red deer on the hills where the white heather grows.
The splash of the stream rushing down through the glen
With an eagle in flight and a fox in his den.
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Esther Barry
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Mary Flood 20 October 2011

The spelling error's in this poem were not made by the poet..I have the origional and there are no mistakes delighted you enjoyed it..it is one of many wonderful poem's written by this poet....

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Erin O'Neill-Berg 02 December 2005

There are a few spelling errors in this lovely poem about the Wicklow Hills in Ireland. I just submitted a poem about the same hills called 'Walking the Wicklow Hills'. I think Erie should be Eire. Line 12 should read 'as if it were weighed down'. Line 15 nam should read man and line 16 should be eyes instead of eves. I can relate to this poem completey and can see the spot near the vale that this poet mentions as clearly as if I was there.

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