My storybook came to life.
I encountered pixies and fairies.
The Leprechaun’s gold at rainbow’s end.
In the land of myth and mystery.
Where is this magic place?
It’s the magical land of Ireland.
I was in awe as a child.
My imagination overflowed.
My storybook took me soaring.
On backs of dragons spitting fire.
And today I fly to Ireland.
What adventures will I have?
I will catch up on reading your poems when I get back home.
Slán go fóill,