Beauty Beams
Of Rolling hills
I only dream
of such thrills;
The breathtaking unseen

White Rocky Cliffs
Seafoam churns
Beyond all gifts
A smile returns
to: the infinite green

Music in the distance
From ol' white houses
Accordian's persistence
Memories o' the thousands
Whom have the Irish gene

An old stone castle towers
Upon the emerald isle
Cold, sweet rain showers
For the lush grass fertile
the land of unspoken pristine

Slopes dance with ocean billows,
The land extends for miles above
My head falls upon the pillow
Dreaming of falling in love
In this beautiful place I've seen.