Here's a poem...

that I wrote senior year I think? Anywho, not that great, but here goes...

THE EMERALD ISLE

There is a place I dream of,
About a million miles away.
I wish I could go back there,
If only for a day.

When you fly above this island,
You look down and see a quilt.
It's made of various different greens
That ease and take away all guilt.

From top to bottom the spot is brilliant,
The mountains rise above.
There's the roaring of the sea,
And the cooing of a dove.

You hear the cacophony of animals,
And smell the salty sea.
With all the sights and sounds,
It's a gorgeous place to be.