A hop away from where I now stay; a leap, maybe, from the Dutch way.
Less bikes, less trains, less roads are paved; but room yet still, for a rainy day.
With no clear plan; but a will for exploring, keen to expand.
With a bag in the back, and steering wheel in hand; let me tell you, about my trip to Ireland.
It's green, I say, whilst on my way; well, yeah, duh, what'd you expect? Grey?
And the roads are narrow, and there's lots of hay; but unexpected - a bright sun ray.
To Clonmacnoise, was my first drive; old stone castles seem to thrive.
To Shannonbridge, a pub hive and a live jive; settling in for the night to revive.
A little run and a Full Irish, please; I must be lucky, there's barely a breeze.
To Galway first, nearly forgetting my keys; and then to Moher, to find the blue seas.
A gorgeous hike along the muddy edge; and an icy dip, beyond the ledge.
Away now, from the cutting edge; I go by Kilkee, to rest my head.
A special word, to the Irish B&Bs; can I just say, how special are these.
Every one, as sweet as can be; hearty and homey, like tasty warm teas.
From humble, kind hosts, to juicy roasts; maybe it's just, along the coasts?
Well, be it the coasts or the outposts; I'm so, so glad, for the special bedposts.
Right, onto day three with me; filled with glee, to Killarney.
Another nature spree, beneath the tree; then the winding road to Portmagee.
An evening walk, and finally, the mist; just enough, to get the gist.
Too late though, no more room for a twist; Ireland, you will be missed.
A bore, I say - my last day; much less green and much more grey.
Bye to the bay, there's no time to play; for I must pay, and go away.
Not to worry, it's kind of nice; to pay the price, and leave room to entice.
Another trip, maybe, will be devised; for Ireland, I can advise.
"The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough."
- Colum McCann