Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!
~~~~~~~ On St. Paddy’s Day ~~~~~~~
On city streets and hills and village squares
Neighbors celebrate with ethnic pride
Something ancient ~~ veiled in mist ~~ with airs
That sound like merry mourning countrywide.
Pipes of clay so white and pints of brew
Abound among the throngs that flood the pubs
Declaiming Emerald the sacred hue ~~
Decrying England’s cruel historic snubs.
Yet, maudlin sentiment soon drowns the ire.
‘Tis nostalgia that’s the order of the day ~~
Sweet dreams of something mythic ~~ far away
Dissolve with drink the potency of fire.
A nation’s wounded pride may fill its heart,
Yet give no strength save that which tears apart.
~ FreeThinke ~ The Sandpiper ~ Spring 1997