Old Traveling Soul

I am a woman of dreams, hopes, and moonlight wishes. I think on a fathom by fathom level. My mere, watching a movie, can change my outlook on life and people. My thinking goes beyond the Continental Divide. Sometimes I ponder that I was born in the wrong era. Oh, yes. I am an old soul. Heels I could adorn with fancy hat, a glide of red lipstick and there! The 1940’s would swish back. An old soul, that I am…I say, “Yes sir! And thank you, ma’am!” My heart is like Secretariat’s; big, powerful, and runs the race of life. I am an old traveling soul. I must sail away and be exploring bold. Gypsy bells and cymbals adorn my waist, to the Emerald Isle I must make haste!

My heart often settles on the Giant’s Causeway on the shores of Ireland. My soul oft travels the streets of Dublin. Music delights in the background, while I sip on some Irish tea at elevenses, as the green souls say. A biscuit treat sweeps me off my feet and back down on cobblestone ground. I trek the mighty Wicklow Mountains and grace the rainbow orchids nearby. A field with bellowing sheep and farmers reap the God seeds bestowed. Lakes, full of fisherman, row and row as my mind floats on tow.

The perilous pause of life I must refute. I must take flight to avoid the “never experience” plight. Oh, how my heart longs for Ireland and my eyes to turn a brief emerald...

Perilous Pause

Dreams of green

O’er streams pour

Free of battens, hinges,

and molten bolts

Beyond wishing castle door

O’er bridge and county moat

Routine halls

Oh, tis a perilous corral!

Paused life captures

braying snow sheep

Exploration, come rapture!

Saturated, stagnant water

Tis go!

Afore oversee land falters

Run traveling,

Irish orchid roads

Little thatched cottage

Irish tea at elevenses?

Oh, aye. Warm, humble abode

Mighty Wicklow Mountains

Thee do call

Grow in sight

Afore perilous pause

Emerald heart,

Take thee flight!

County Offaly, enlighten thee

Charmed sunshine ray

Moonlight, what ye say?

Afore furlong time

Make haste!

Hear church bell chime

Oh, aye

Giant’s Causeway hints

set flint!

Perilous pause

Biscuit of petty plight

Overwrite traveling clause

Save thee sum

Ireland charms,

Ye shall come!

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