Rolling hills of Green
Fields seperated by shrubbery
Stones walls and trees
Sheep full of wool grazing
Windmills turning
Horses kicking thier heels
More sheep
A man walks with his dog
Into the valley we roll
Snow caped mountains
More Sheep
A forest of pine
Gullies and ravines
Running streams along the road side
Homes dot the landscape
The roar of the engine
Vibrations trickle up my spine
Fence post go flying by
A never ending stream
My eyes grow weary
My head falls back
Sleep
A heavy peaceful sleep
Belfast to Derry the bus pulls in

Beautiful Ireland...Can see it clearly in your words...

Home is where the thoughts live to always feel its timeless change
with all the pictures we saved to enjoy forever.

Your memories painted a great picture for us all to see and feel...