Limericks Composed in Ireland

Ireland inspires the flow of words. At the Dublin Library the poetry of W.B. Yeats spilled across the floor, voices of actors and himself reading his poems, visible with photos and paintings of places that inspired him. The island is a muse to Shaw, Joyce, Wilde, O'Casey, Stoker, and so many more. When traveling there the Blarney spills into the soul.

 

A beautiful sky enroute from Adair to Dingle, the grey we had passed through dissipated and huge fluffy cumulus clouds formed a perfect circle around a cornflower blue center. It looked like a Wedgewood dinner plate.

 

Limerick I  (written near Limerick)

 We rolled on the long road to Dingle;

Two couples and a man who was single.

When out came the sun we knew we'd have fun,

With the good folk in towns we would mingle.

 

Ireland Limerick II

Sweet Tiffany met us on Saturday,

We traveled the road on our merry way.

The good Guiness Stout kept us laughing about;

Some troubles with tummy dismay.

 

 

Limerick III

In the Burren we hiked through the muck.

No shamrocks to bring Irish luck.

We lunched well at Keoughs on stout Irish meals.

The next illness caused us to say: Yuck.