On The Irish Poem by jerry hughes
On The Irish
O sad, yet happy people,
your innate sense of humour
was tested to the nth degree
by bloody British treachery.
Dance, Colleen, dance.
Sing, Paddy, sing.
Never let those bastards
quell your Irish soul.
There is something inherently loveable about the Irish and something sweetly sentimental too. You have captured it all in this whimsical piece. love, Allie xxxx
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5/4/2024 10:41:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
meaningful write.. has a unique touch.. Irish are great poets..... 10+++ lovelots, Maia