IrelandA beautiful green emerald hidden amongst a vast sea of blue,
with never-ending skies, steep hills and cliffs straight and true.
The greenest of isles, full of magic and untold mystery,
it is one of the few places where lore and myth become history.
A land of such curious a wonder and with great adventure,
it is where the spirits and fae are said to often venture.
Tales of great warriors, fair maidens and ancient secrets of old,
of mystic druids and dragons and valiant knights so bold.
with gateways and portals leading far off into the other realm,
one may find lost treasure of gold hidden beneath the helm.
Many come and go, but each traveler has his own story to make,
in the misty fields, there's always a waiting path to take.
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Old SpiritsI've worked at the Green Bull pub for around a decade now. It isn't a fancy place like some others in Ireland. Nay, Hermitsgrove is a small town, a tight-knit community full of farmers and masons, all earning just enough to support their families. The buildings have that rustic feel to them, as if you'd been plunged back through time to the eighteen hundreds. Ivy crawling up the faded brick walls is a common sight here, complimented by the cobblestone walkways on either side of the streets. Everybody knows each other, and you can't do something without another person finding out about it. It is somehow quite comforting and horribly irritating at the same time, but most of us don't mind. Usually people stop by the Bull at some point in the day, seeking a reprieve from the mundane task of working.
As for myself, I don't mind working. Sure, the job can be demanding at times, one or two guests even making a fuss, but I enjoy it. Besides, if anyone gets too rough Tam gives them a tongue-las
Lament of an IrishmanFarewell, my love, goodbye my heart
Never again will you I see
Down to the silent depths I go
The Good Lord is taking me
Great hope I found, much joy I gained
When of America's blessed shores I heard
For the lord's men had chased us off
To starve and die among the curs
My father's watch alone was saved
Hung on a long, rusted chain
To part with it tore at my heart
But you and the wee one were in pain
So my beloved treasure I sacrificed
To gain us passage aboard a coffin ship
Alas, there was only enough fare for one
To take this long and dangerous trip
Thus it was decided that I should leave
The isle of my childhood and birth
To slave away both night and day
So we might have a home, a hearth
Then came the lightning and the rain
Which wracked the vessel with hate and scorn
Cries arose like a cursed banshee's wail
When it was seen that a hole in the wood was torn
Through the storm I saw a sight
That made my soul to weep and moan
In the distance glittered a host of lights
From a harbour whe
The Spelling Bee.He had the audiences undivided attention when the buzzer went off and his number was announced, He clinched his hands tight on the chair feeling as the eyes of the crowd was a heavy weight pushing down on him. One gulp which was painfully endured from a ticklish throat, he got up, and nervously walked to the red X on the stage floor, there he stood with his arms almost glued together behind his back and waited for the word to be called.
'Your word is Triskaidekaphobia' the lady at the buzzer called out.
The boy froze, even the lady couldn't pronounce the word correctly.
'Could I have the definition please' he asked quietly.
'Triskaidekaphobia, the fear of the number thirteen'
Laughter and whispers began within the crowd as the boy looked down to his page that was pinned on to him, with two big digits, it read out the number thirteen.
He now felt by end of this spelling bee, he would have quickly developed this phobia, but only now he just has to spell it.
My MommyMy mommy is the prettiest lady I ever seen
she has brown hair, blue eyes and a smile
My mommy wears her favorite colors
and she lets me wear the pinkest dresses
I did her makeup once and we were models for a day
she tells me bedtime stories about the lady who losses her slipper
or the girl who falls in love with a frog
When I see mommy on the weekends
she gives me the biggest hugs and yucky kisses
mommy asks me about my week
but I thought she already knows
because I heard mommy's are always around
Sometimes when she's not with me
I can hear her in the other room crying
telling herself why did it happened to her
when I ask daddy, he says she was ill when I was a baby
and couldn't take care of me
One time I asked him if he loved mommy like I do
daddy said yes but he wouldn't give the biggest hugs
like she does
My mommy is the best mommy in the world
I will ask daddy for a mothers day present
for chocolates, but not the dark ones
they're not nice
like the people wh