Triggered Thoughts
Colleen reminded me of Ireland -
Of misty hills, greenness and smoky bogs
Scarlet fuchsias spilling over stone walls
Shamrock-covered paddocks, contented cows
Mud and manures, and speaking with farm beasts
Praising the chickens for their big brown eggs.
Natives whose thoughts were in orange and green
Paraded in streets with icons of ire
And rain for days and forever
And rain for days and forever.
Colleen reminded me of Ireland --
Of white-painted cottages with thatched roofs;
Jigging and dancing to an Irish song
To the pipes, tin whistles, spoons and the drums
Of a spirited throng of story-folk
In tales of famine, hardship, rebellion,
And transportation to a world Downunder
Where our rich Celtic essence stays today.
And rain for days and forever
And rain for days and forever.
Colleen reminded me of Ireland -
Hawthorn hedges, blackbirds, curlews and swans;
Dripping gold honeycombs and blackberry jam
Smells of fresh soda bread, fast burning turf
Donkeys, and half-doors, peak-capped leprechauns,
Mountains, rainbows, castles, spires of Armagh;
Pigeons and poundy, a stew for a queen
Salmon and trout from clean mountain stream
And rain for days and forever
And rain for days and forever
Colleen reminded me of Ireland
and rain for days and forever.
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©barbaraataylor2004
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