March 14, 2018
Dear Subscriber:
Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of
view. The theme for this week is St. Patrick’s Day, which is celebrated on
March 17th.
Today’s poem is a poem for St. Patrick’s Day about how
Ireland, like the rest of the world, is becoming multi-racial.
I welcome comments on my poems at
https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Sing of Ireland, that salad bowl!
The greens are tossed with bits of yellow and brown.
Perhaps the tossing might make some folks frown,
Although the taste be tangy to the soul.
There is no past for which the bells don't toll,
Regardless how its ways are handed down.
In time its heroes, once of great renown,
Come faded to the fun house of the whole.
Know, then, that the Ireland of old
'Ere long will be what none alive remember,
Save for remnants treasured by a few.
Deep within the heartache that takes hold,
An ancient ecstasy becomes an ember,
Yielding over years to Irelands new.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I
chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/singo5.html.
For more poems for St. Patrick’s Day, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/stpatricksdaypoems.html
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This week’s theme: St. Patrick’s Day
March 13: Seriously, Nothing Would Surprise Me
March 14: Sing of Ireland, That Salad Bowl
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