Saturday, August 24, 2019

Poetic Bloomings good thing, ballad


A Dream
My maiden name was Shannon and
I lived by Shannon Creek.
And ever since a little girl,
I wanted just one peek,

at River Shannon, Ireland way.
I’d love to see it flow
and stand upon its shady banks.
Oh, how I’d love to go!

And so it took some fifty years.
At last my dream came true!
My niece and I hiked by its banks,
took lots of pictures, too.

Some sheep by Shannon River—click!
A lazy, chewing cow.
A fierce swan mom and fluffy young
in Shannon River, wow!

Row boat on Shannon River—click!
Me sitting on a rock.
And lots of Megan smiling there.
And then came quite a shock.

A llama by the Shannon—click!
A curious big beast.
He followed mom and her two kids
who liked it not the least.

We made it round entire trail.
It was our only scheme.
Exhausted, thirsty, but content
that we had lived my dream.  

And then I heard of Shannon Falls.
So I have made a vow
to see Vancouver, Canada.
Guess where I’m heading now!

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