The Web Poetry Corner - Chris Lane - The Misty Rain of Ireland.
The Misty Rain of Ireland.
In an arid land of scrub and sand
where empty rivers lie
each patch of shade is occupied
few birds fly in the sky
from the blue above the endless sun gazes throughout the day
and numbing chill that brings all ill at night time has its sway.
I think of Ireland's misty rain and all the life it brings
the lush green growth of shrub and tree
of wooded hillside, the honey bee
lakes and rivers, the sparkling sea
and ever from bush and hedge the thriving wild bird sings.