Poems

Galoping on the coast :

 I dre a m of ridi ng on a galoping horse 

Who would be black and beautiful of coarse 

I would be in the grassy hills of California's coast  

Riding through the trees as silent as a ghost

I could stay there all day

As the wild animals scatter away

The joy I feel when I smell the blooming flowers

Could keep me here for hours and hours

I'd love to hear the whistling

Of the wind when I'm galoping

And watch the firy sunset

In the dark sea

If I could do such a ride

I would be as happy as a bride

I could almost forget everything  

Except the freedom I'm feeling.

Ireland

I'd love to go back to Ireland

On Carlough beach and its soft sand  

Galoping on a Connemara pony 

And admiring the peaceful sea 

I would feel free and so happy

I'd like to hear the wind's long whistling

 And the waves dancing

I wish I could go through the hills walking

And at the fragrant of the ocean marveling

 I am dreaming all night long of shamrock

And of the irish blue sky at ten o'clock

 If I had this chance one day

I would go back to the Giant Causeway

Ireland is just a small paradise