What my Irish Mind Sees

Here it is, another St. Patrick's Day, another lovely Irish holiday
I was raised Irish Catholic, I came up that way.
Love of song, work, and the land,
the type of work that's hard, that you do with your hands.

The warriors from pagan times, the limericks with their dirty rhymes.
Being Irish suits me just fine. I actually prefer beer to wine.

My Father loved to hunt, and work and fish
I wish I knew for what he wished
He never wanted to tell me, when we fished

Shape shifting myths about warriors of old
Fine Celtic stories, to my own children I've told.

Green is a color, that suits my eye,
Orange, is a mood, I like in my eye
The white of unity, is for us to try.
To achieve more unity, every day
To love each other, THE ONLY RIGHT WAY!