The Shamrock Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Nodding in the breeze is the shamrock as it grows.
Three leaves, as in the holy trinity, wisdom flows.
Patrick revealed it to the ordinary folk of the day.
The mystery was unveiled in a carefree way.
The green shamrock divides into three yet remains one.
Our faith is slowly going, and soon it will be gone.
A revival is required to renew and restore.
The world needs hope more than ever before.
A conflict is ongoing between the bad and the good.
It is up to us to pass the belief on, and so we should.
Faith is a gift; our ancestors had to battle to keep.
Guard it, or Mother Ireland tears will be shed as she weeps.
That little shamrock that grows green is a token.
Of all gone before us, the words that they spoken.
Nodding in the breeze is the shamrock as it grows.
Three leaves, as in the holy trinity, wisdom flows.