I found this poem while researching towns in Ireland to visit while I'm studying in Dublin this upcomming June & July. If this is an accurate description of the Irish mentality, I can't wait!
Beautiful Listowel, serenaded night and day by the gentle waters of the River Feale.
Listowel where it is easier to write than not to write,
where first love never dies, and the tall streets hide the loveliness,
the heartbreak and the moods, great and small,
of all the gentle souls of a great and good community.
Sweet, incomparable hometown that shaped and made me.
