Plea To Ireland

Dear Ireland,

look at you,

is it change

you seek?

Why Ireland,

is your beauty not

paramount?

You've warmed

the heart 

of humanity,

being Ireland.

Keep your old,

your meadows,

mountains and

Celtic ways.

Don't listen

to the

modern cry,

progress!

Twill damn

your lovely way,

your holiness

and pastoral charm.

As foreign men

with smoky plants

encroach your fields,

you thrive,

on what

new Ireland?

Jobs that buy

machines and noise?

Don't let those mundane jewels

mar your emerald crown.

You've shone

so well

without them,

old Ireland.

You've led 

the world

to cry

inspired tears.

Don't let

the greedy

dry them now

Please, fair Ireland.

--Pete Rheaume