Today is St. Patrick ’s Day
And in your heart you remember
Bagpipes resonating in your body
Sounds of the land-your family
Remember
Tap-tap twice on the left heel and tap-tap on the right heel
Forward, backward
Repetition 2,2, and kick
This is how they taught me in the New York pubs
All of us in a circle
The grownups swilling beer
Laughing, singing and having a good time
Till it was time to close the pub
And all hell broke loose
Punching, screaming, crying
Let’s just get on home
Get some rest
You have had too much to drink
Tomorrow is another day
We will wake with clear heads
Feel so ashamed
Till next St. Patrick’s Day
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April 2, 2010 at 1:21 am
This really evokes the atmosphere of a pub. I like it very much.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
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April 2, 2010 at 1:29 am
Being raised by irish parents this is certainly how it was.
Thanks
Pamela
April 5, 2010 at 11:47 pm
Sounds like quite the wild time. Reminds me of the bagpipe band that practiced in a park near where we used to live. I always loved hearing them. Thank you for coming by and commenting on my recent poems. Congrats on starting your blog–noticed it was still young. Keep it up.
April 5, 2010 at 11:54 pm
Yousei,
You are more than welcome. But this is not my primary blog. My main one is flaubert-poetrywithme.blogspot.com. I sometimes post things here for just the sake of writing. As you see I haven’t posted here since St. Paddy’s Day.
Thanks,
Pamela
April 8, 2010 at 3:23 am
Nice poem, lovely words
Marinela x
April 8, 2010 at 8:28 am
Marinela,
Thanks a lot!
Pamela