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Ireland

I dreamed today
Which is usual
That I moved to Ireland
To work with Orphans

I dreamed unusually
That it was real
Working with children
That I loved

And when I think
Of Ireland or Scotland
Or any other country
Of the sort

I dream of green
I dream of rebels
Rebelling greens
Greening Rebels
It's all the same

Most called me Miss Grace
My elders called me Erin
You know me as O'Malley
And that's all the same, too

I've decided to move there
In a year of two
To work with the Orphans
Which I love

I love poetry
But it won't give me a dime
Suppose I wrote again
When I settled down there

It'd be about the green
And the rebels
And the orphans
And how I've been made whole

I'm not saying goodbye
I'm saying
I can't waste my time
When I'm needed elsewhere

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Comments


  • Birdie Stringfellow
    February 22, 2009
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    Same as a preacher has a calling to preach, you seem to have a calling to work with orphans. Seems like you've been considering this for some time. You can write poetry anywhere. I don't write poetry for money -- I wrte for the love of writing. If this is a true poem and you go, good luck, and keep writing! It's good for the soul.
    Birdie

    language: 2, rhythm: 2, subject: 2, tone: 2, form: 2.


  • rhetorica gold member
    February 16, 2009

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    I`m an Irish orphan grass loving rebel,my advice is to go to Scotland,Irish people are bad for your complexion,they`ll have you picking purdies in no time
    You have grand taste in countries although the lack of orphans in Ireland(i`m the last one) might ruin your utopian dream

    loved the poem

    see you later Miss Erin O Malley Malone

    Rhetoricallmewhenyougethere