Here's a little poem for St. Patrick's Day. I'm not Irish but I am always ready to celebrate something. I think I'll wear a green hat when I go out on my walk today.
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St Patrick himself, sure, that set it;
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland;
And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland...
~Andrew Cherry
Happy St Patrick's day,my gardening gloves have a splash of green,enjoy your walk with the green hat.��
ReplyDeleteHappy St. Patrick's Day! I'm Irish for this one day a year ;) I can see now that I need a green hat ;)
ReplyDeleteHappy St. Paddy's Day! We usually have an Irish dinner on this Irish holiday - shepherds pie and soda bread, but no Guiness. I love this holiday.
ReplyDeleteLovely - that poem rings a long-ago bell for me. Wore a green scarf and jade earrings. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry it took so long to get here today. It's still St. Patty's Day, though, so I'm wishing you a delightful one, even if it is a bit belated. That is a fun poem. So glad we both wore green today, especially after I got out of my green nightgown this morning.
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