St. Patrick's Day Erin Go Bragh''

Tis a day to find the pot of gold or put a shamrock in your hair

A day when green rules supreme and bagpipe notes fill the air

Look for the eyes that are smiling and hold on to your heart

For getting closer to the angels singing it may wish to depart

On this day we all become Irish and follow this law

Wearing green and proclaiming Erin go Bragh

For a moment change your name to Danny waiting for the pipes to blow

A day to rise above the melting pot and let your Irish heritage show

Blessed are those born on this day especially a first born son

With St. Patrick watching your back the world with your deeds will be stunned

There are no more snakes to find and chase into the sea away

Only the vestigial demons of prejudice against the Irish which thank God are no longer on display

A meal of soda bread, corned beef and cabbage or lamb stew

Maybe washed down with a Harps or Guinness brew

A hug with a colleen and maybe a chance to fulfill a romantic wish

A chance to wear a button to receive a sought after kiss

“Erin go Bragh” today is the cry

Shortly in our melting pot it will be Cinco de Mayo and tequila to try

© March 17, 2016, Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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