Jetlag and excitement woke me the second morning in Ireland. Grabbing my journal, I climbed the long
staircase to the extra bedroom. We used
it for Yoga and stretching. An expansive
view of ocean, beach, and golf course could be seen from both rooms.
Morning in IrelandPerched on the window bench
Gazing at Doonbeg’s shore
No one is around
Only me and the birds.
Waves lap on a bare beach
Golf greens are undisturbed
Nothing can be heard
Just calls from the birds.
Flocks fly over the ocean,
Peck at newly planted seed
No one is here
to see them but me.
Tan sand stretches for miles
Islands inhabit the horizonAll else is vanished
It’s just me and the sea.
Waves roll softly in
Making a gentle splash,All that I can see
Is Ireland’s beauty.
