Green Fields of Adare

Story/Poem About a Town in Ireland

Green Fields of Adare

Went for a stroll in December,
an Irish village, called "Adare"
Fog and the mist soon descended,
Round a corner, hooves led me there

What came to my field of vision?
But first in my ears I did hear
A pen full of bovines mooing,
strange light to behold did appear!

My camera, I grasped quite steady,
as they posed in that field divine;
Picture of memory so vivid;
Take me back to that place and time!

Linger on through evening repast;
Celtic music rang through the hall;
A pub full of lonely travelers;
The songs followed winter to fall

Grazing heart calls out for Ireland;
Sing of lush fields of emerald green -
Love follows legendary paths;
Magnificent sights to be seen!

20 Lines
8 syllables per line

*Adare is a real village in Ireland, near Limerick City. This poem is based on a true story that happened in December, 2005.

I came upon a pen of cows in the middle of the town one foggy day. This is one of the pictures that I took:




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