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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