Shadows And Shamrocks Poem by David Whalen

Hills dappled
with shadows
And Shamrocks

Vales riffled
With wildflowers
And thistles

Ancient stone structures
Bedecked in bleached
Lichens

‘Neath Falcons
shrill trill… and shepherd's
Tin whistles

Rainbows that end
Beyond distant
Glens

And Leprechauns
Stand guard O'er
kettles of gold

Unlike mere mortal men
Their lives
Never end

And ne'er die…
Or are espied…
Nor grow old

The cool Ocean mists
O'er the Loch
Rise and twist

O'er the shadows of
The Shamrocks
Wildflowers and thistles

That will persist and resist
Long after man ceases
...to exist...