Emerald Of The Sea Poem by james stillwell

One day God dropped a wee bit of a jewel into the sea,
It was the most beautiful green you see.
It has a soft warm hue
As it is nestled in the sea so blue.

It's people with a passion for life are filled.
With gifts of song and dance are skilled.
They play the fiddle and tin whistle too
As they sing and dance the whole night thru.

Many are not rich in coin or things,
But are rich in what love and laughter brings.
The colleens have sparkln eyes and curls so fair.
The lads have strong brown arms where their skin is bare.

They chase one another across the lush green field
Never to sorrow do they let their emotions yield.
They might a leprechaun or fairy seek
So at their pot O' gold catch a peek.

Tis a land where the imagination dreams do build,
And the vessel of life is forever filled.
Filled with the dreams of a better life.
Filled with dreams of a life without strife.

O' the tales they like to tell,
And tell them they do very well,
Of how the snakes were driven out by old Saint Pat,
Or maybe the one about the witch's old black cat.

It is a land of enchantment can't you see?
It is a place made for you and me.
It is a place God dropped into the sea
Just for the Irish Shamrock to be.