I know St. Patrick's Day was 2 days ago, but that was Monday and today is Poetry Wednesday! So we'll continue the celebration a little longer with a little Irish poem.
There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland.
'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it.
And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile.
And a tear from his eye oft-times wet it.
It grows through the bog...
Through the brake, and through the mireland.
And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
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1 comment:
Nice on-topic post.
Did you see the real shamrocks at Gram's? I don't think I've ever seen one before.
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