By Sarah Levesque (Rated G)
I’ve never seen the Emerald Isle
Nor walked where Patrick trod,
But I’ve heard tell of it’s great beauty
Formed special by the hand of God.
Their dances are so merry,
So wild and so free.
To dance as if my feet were drums
Has been a dream for me.
Their music, Oh! So haunting,
Yearning, soft and fierce,
The drums, the pipes, the violins
My own strong heart have pierced.
I won’t try to define
The lovely Irish brogue,
But I will be content to say
It never will grow old.
I wish to see the Emerald Isle
(Among many other things)
Whence music, dance, and poetry
Have given people wings.