The Land Of Green Poem by Edwina Reizer

Livin’ in this land of green.
Runnin’ barefoot in the clover.
Smelling the grass growing all over.

She kicks her heels high in the air
and as she does she says a prayer.
“Bless me mum on every day.
Send her a harp so she can play.

The one she has lost its strings.
It sits quiet and now she sings
all those ditties she larned while young.
She played them all while the church bells rung.”

And as the lassie dries her feet
she enters the cottage and what does she meet?
The aroma of jam and an Irish scone
and a mum that’s smiling in her home.

For there in the parlor amongst other things
was a golden harp with silver strings.
And once again the lassie knew
just what a prayer in this land could