I'm a writer. I've done several types of writing, including essays and short stories, but my favorite type of writing is poetry. There have been times in my life that I was in a dark place and it was my best outlet. These are the poems that came from that dark place. I hope you enjoy.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Irish Hills

The music rings
Through Irish hills
Fiddles, guitars, and banjos
Through lakes, streams,
And riverside mills.

Oh, the Irish lad
Sings the fiddler’s song
And climbs Irish hills
As the day is long.

The song of the drunken
Young Irish man
Is foolish and dumb
With rum in hand.

Upon the very top
Of an Irish hill
Is the Blarney Castle
With stone kissing will.

Randa Lee Hanes
Written in 2003

Copyright ©2010 Randa Lee Hanes
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