Saturday, March 17, 2018

Erin Go Braugh

Tis the day of wearing of the green
Looking for the rainbow to lead to the pot of gold
When across the land bag pipes and green are part of the party scene
Again and again the story of St. Patrick driving out the snakes is told
Tis a great day to be Irish and our past reflect
Too often Irish and dogs any respecting place would reject
Yet today kiss me I’m Irish is the normal sign
A way to pass the time while in a bar waiting to enter line
The potato famine proved that when the major crops suffered a fatal rot
The Irish proved to be a very sturdy and resilient lot
A flood of immigrants mostly despised willing to work and achieve
No matter how hard better than the land starvation to relieve
On this day whether it be a glass of Guinness,  Bushmills or mead
May you find a Leprechaun along with the companionship you need
©March 17, 2018 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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