Rolling hills, filled with green
Water rolling in on the shore,
Sunlight reflecting a golden sheen,
Climbing to the top, making me sore
One day lapsed
Only 7 more to go
Exhausting heat, I almost collapsed
How much more can I take? I don’t know
The third leg of the journey is underway,
Slightly late, overslept
Headed west all day,
Towards the sea we crept
Got lost, not surprised
Started to dim, we could see
A never ending night,
On our way to Killarney