Cead mile failte ~
A hundred thousand welcomes to a poet's conversation
Thursday, August 25, 2011
My garden was green from the emerald dew,
left over from the morning mist.
The clouds left shamrocks and lilacs too,
the world was blessed with a kiss.
Barbara Botch
"Isle of Dreams"
“Poet’s Crossing” captures the reader with its magic and moonlight, ghosts and leprechauns, mists and mysticism; a collection of poetry that celebrates life, family and a love of Ireland.
May the energy of the day always call for celebration.
The secret to life is to live as though you know the secret.
Home is never far away when you follow your heart.
Sweet Tomatoes
It's easy to be happy if you love what you're doing.
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