LOVING A LEPRECHAUN

LOVING A LEPRECHAUN

A lovely young Irish lass lived near the Cliffs of Moher
and every morning she'd walk to look the country o'er.
Skipping down a pathway, quite sure she was alone;
she was startled by the sound of an unearthly moan.

Stopping short, she looked about and to her surprise,
a little man in a green suit appeared before her eyes!
He had a shock of bright red hair, and red whiskers too;
The lass was just not sure what she should say or do.

"'Tis my foot you've stepped upon, you wench!", he cried.
and quickly the lass knelt down, apologized and sighed.
"i didn't mean you harm", she said, "I didn't see you there!"
but the leprechaun was staring at her bright golden hair.

"There's no need to apologize", he said, and gave a wink.
"To be stepped on by such beauty, is a blessing, I think!"
And then he smiled the nicest smile and took her hand,
"You are forgiven, my lass, for no gold did you demand."

He kissed her hand, and within a second he was gone,
but she still felt his touch, and her heart began to long
for the comfort and the love he showed, in his own way,
and the lass would not forget him until her dying day.

Years later, the lass strolled again by the Cliffs of Moher,
thinking about that leprechaun, searched the country o'er.
A sudden bump into the form of a stranger passing by,
caused her to turn around to see who had let out a cry.

In a bright green shirt and pants, he sat down on a bench,
and he said "'tis my foot you've stepped on, you wench!"
His manner was familiar as he smiled and gave a wink,
"To be stepped on by such beauty, is a blessing, I think!"

She knew for certain it was a miracle, for she had found
her leprechaun, turned mortal, on this hallowed ground.
"Do not question the power of love" he then softly said,
"to think that I might lose you filled my heart with dread."

Wedding bells rang out to celebrate on the day they wed,
and they looked forward to many happy years up ahead.
Much later they would tell the story, as they went along,
how it came to be that she was in love with a leprechaun.

To be loving a leprechaun is a bit strange for any lass,
but the promise of love from a mortal man has class.

Countrymom
3/11/11

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