The brisk clean smell of March

So fitting for an Irish!

The land is beginning to awake

Bright green clover and grass is covering the land

Tis a bit of Irish in us all, I feel

The love for our land

The wee one in us all

Oh yes, and the blarney stone!

Always searching for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!

The love of the bag pipes off in the distance playing

A haunting tune of the past

Maybe that is why all seem to celebrate

St. Patricks Day!

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Lady Morningstar

Copyright © March 17 2004