Will ye walk with me girl, to the bottom of the road? <br />Quickly, past the sadness of the mourning hills. <br />For if I go, without your talk, they’ll surely hum their moans <br />And I will be drenched with sweat and fever chills. <br /> <br />Tell me your tales of the struggle, and what you saw. <br />Back when the saints and scholars, ruled this shore. <br />Sing to me your sweet laments, your heart, held raw. <br />You know the names, recite them well, their lore. <br /> <br />Ah, wise colleen, make me laugh, and comfort me. <br />You’ve been to hell and back, with feast and the other. <br />Plucked from the mines of time, still Emerald green, <br />Will ye walk with me, your distant son, and lover?<br /><br />Anthony Joseph Erangey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emerald/
