Rhiannon Red
Seamair on pasture slopes in bog,
a mizzle to thump on lone carraig,
your lines grass on meadow segue,
slow rain's dew drops that fall in fog.
O smile of green pure pastures' forms,
your verse confers a pot of bas'l,
esthetic glare on paths of Ang'l,
and scenic drawings of crayons.
Strophes recite on two mast brig,
the sails impart to lands Gaelic
Tá tú go h-álainn Erin Aeolic
Tá tú go h-álainn almond green twig
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I 'll see you again on the prairie,
third of the month humble eyes to pass,
old o' the Irish in the glass,
from Er'n go Bragh to serve unwary.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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