A limerick.

There’s always luck in the clover.

A Rural morning in Ireland.

A Morning in rural Ireland bringing home the cows to be milked.

A life story.

Poem.

Story.

This was one of my very first poems I wrote, back in the early 70’s.
It tells of how I feel about Ireland, and of the troubles it has faced.

In a continuing effort to write an haiku on every subject, here’s one on sheep. Love them. In a good way.

A limerick.