A Collection of Art
and Poetry, 2002
What Can I Say
About the Irish?
The utterly impractical, never predictable
Sometimes irracible quite inexplicable
Strong blend of shyness, pride and concern
and stubborn refusal to bow in defeat
yes, The Irish
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight
yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to swell up with tears
yet his strength is the quickest to banish your fears
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand
He's wild and he's gentle, he's good and he's bad
He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and he's sad
He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies
And he's enamoured with beauty whereever it lies
But mostly he's Irish, complete, through and through
In love with his God, but also with you.
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