Irish lore

 Heather-upon-yon-bog

(An Irish folktale)

 

Grey-black clouds low-leaden; in their shadow heather reddens

 

Lassie soft alabaster complexion; Laddie surreptitious inspection

 

K-9 red phantom upon yon bog; pretty Irish-setter hunting-dog

 

“Whisper-wind” a fiddle tune; upon dusk shore song of the loon

 

Oh! Irish Sea deep emerald-green; white sails dance a cadence-scene

 

Crosses high spire Christian towns; Orange & Green believers abound

 

Trout-laden streams crystal-clear; “Old Clancy” fish hides at a bank near

 

Proud! be any potato-farmer; a spunky-brogue enhances a “charmer”

 

An Irish fog chills to cold bones; beautiful fences constructed of stones

 

Yon lorry bumps along rough road fluid; under a bridge lives mean ole druid

 

Bats assail night time belfry; Novena bells toll Redemption-Salvation plea

 

Across yon wispy, foggy moors; hurry onward afore eerie-ghost implores

 

Seeming perpetual “rain”? A mist! Ignore the moisture; umbrella enlist

 

Sun-bathe upon a rocky beach, a must; Irish don’t tan---they simply…rust!

 

Charming Celtic houses thatched roof; I understand not one word, my Proof!

 

But, rare beauty in a flowing gown; bows her fiddle to dissipate me frown

 

Irish blood in these veins flows, they say;  confess-I be Irish St. Patrick’s Day!

 

Kiss me! Darlin’ Sweet and long-slow! True! I be Irish! For sure! I know!

 

Dare! Say I!? Yes! I wore a Scottish kilt! Chill-wind so cold I saw a Shamrock wilt!

 

I truly love the Isles! Irish or Cayman! For that cute accent? I don’t blame ’em!

 

All-in-all the “Green” is pretty stylish! God bless the holy-sacred Irish!

 

Amen!