Proud people, poised to weather storms. English Oppression. Civil Wars, Famine, Economic Blight.
Land of legends, Pots of Gold, Little People.
They will author their stories and nourish us.
Taste their Magic Words. Sing their cheerful songs. Taste their bitter sorrows. Their Overwhelming joys.
Delicious green grass. Something there is about green – the color of earth. Hills, farms, pubs, love, hate. Listen to them tell stories. Irish poets of the Diaspora, Did Saint Patrick save the day?
The mighty wind blows quickly, swiftly, as the sheep graze.
Let us have a beer and figure this out.