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Oh My Wild Irish Rose
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Old Poems Oh my wild Irish rose
on the shore of Dublin grows
sculpted by god, and it thus it shows
oh my wild Irish rose
for as long as the stormy wind's blow
I will always see the glow
of my wild Irish rose
Oh other Roses may be fair
but there's nae a flower anywhere
who could ever hope to compare
to my wild Irish rose
very nice! :-)
DAMN!!! Great poem. Wow! I am half Irish, and half Scottish. I am 24 and I have just started writing about my heritage, and about Nova Scotia. I have a lot of catching up to do! You are so talented. Beyond talented. Love, aly
Hhhhhmmm....wat struck me most, is the rhyming system of this poem....it is AAAA all the way, till u pen about 'other roses that may be fair'....then it's BBB for a while before going back to AAA. Cool~!...shows wonderful cohesion and sensitivity to words ..i am impressed~!!!.Smilesz. Thanxs for sharing, Rob. Do read my 'In My Nose'...hehee....your poem reminds of me of mine.... Smilesz.
Ohmigod!! This is one Kick Ass poem. I loved it!!
this is increadible! awsome gob
Very coooool poem! I enjoyed this one, nice wording and good idea!