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