Had I the light of the sky,
I would weave it into your eyes.
Show the whites whiter, the green brighter,
Irish eyes to match the glow of the day.
Had I the warmth of the sun,
I would press it onto your heart.
Help it beat steady with great regard
For mankind in a friendly Irish way.
Had I the art of tongue,
I would lay great tales thereupon
Of history's old and laughter bold.
Let the Irish call you out to play!
Linda Imbler lives in Kansas, she likes reading, writing, playing classical guitar as well helping her husband building classical guitars. She likes yoga and loves to draw and illustrate many of her poems. Her work has appeared in numerous national and international journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com