Otra Vez

Sorry I haven't upadated in so long. I guess I was waiting for a comment...*ahem*
Well here is a poem about the "mother country". lol I've never been to Dublin but this phrase (and the leaves fell over Dublin) just popped into my head so I wrote a poem about it.

Leaves over Dublin

In autumn,
when the colors are bright
I love to remember
the old town of Dublin

Old Dublin,
all her streets ablaze
With chill winds
the leaves fell over Dublin

Gusting breezes,
sights, sounds, smells
I remember them all
how the leaves fell over Dublin

Sit and dream,
of the old town
My mind fills of how I
stood beneath the leaves of Dublin

And even Spring,
can not fade the mem'ry
And so I sing, heart swells
kicking leaves all over Dublin

Across oceans,
I dream myself there
The Winter ice glittering
green leaves shimmer in Dublin

Ever where,
though over all the earth
I will always think of how
the leaves fell over Dublin

Winter past,
and ice is melting
Green buds cover
the trees in Dublin

Blossoms grow,
fresh new buds
Purple heather scents
the air in old Dublin

Lush canopy
strolling in your shade
Birds twitter in the trees
their leaves over Dublin