The day of the shamrock, everyone decked out in green
Some people wear outlandish outfits causing quite the scene
From corned-beef hash, Irish whiskey and Guinness all around
It all seems a little contrived I have found
From the wearing of green, to the pinch if without
To green beer in every bar from lager to stout
Kiss me I’m Irish, the buttons that read
So proudly displayed for all those in need
Traditions we follow some reasons forgotten why
The Leprechaun, the snakes out Ireland and of course Shepard’s Pie
Rivers the color of emerald, celebrating the patron saint
Some of us who truly are part Irish and even those who aint
Can agree that fellowship with the ones you love
Is far greater than being alone pretending to be above
The beliefs of others no need to feel you are right
So open up the tap my friend and let us share a pint
Sláinte
Peace Be With You!
More to come…
James Nutt - In the shoes of a forty-something 
I do like this. Hope you are considering having your poems published, they are very good. A doting mother’s opinion. Love you and them, Mom
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That would be pretty fantastic. I would not have thought about doing so and you are really the only person to have mentioned that I put them into a book. Maybe some day. 🙂
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Love the Irish Poem. Slainte.
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Thanks. I knew if I didn’t finish today that I probably wouldn’t.
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