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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #2184214
They celebrate their heritage
They celebrate St. Patrick’s Day
on this date every year.
The Irish like to raise their flags
and have a drink of beer.

They celebrate with huge parades
and with their marching bands.
Yes, every town commemorates
and sings throughout this land.

They celebrate their heritage,
the land that gave them birth.
They sing about ol’ Ireland,
the greenest place on Earth.

But way down deep inside that land,
beneath the emerald green,
lie histories as harsh and sad
as anyone has seen.

They say that green is from the rain
that falls year after year.
Yet many would declare it’s from
the swell of Irish tears.

For way beneath that charming face,
a past they can’t forget,
a Tyrant and a Famine dwelled
and Troubles of regret.

But maybe that’s all in the past.
The future beckons bright.
Behind those rain clouds you may see
a new redeeming light.

I’ll celebrate along with them.
I’ll drink a toast or two.
For I am just as proud, you see,
my roots are Irish stew.

Erin go Bragh!

(Oh, and I think I’ll take a pass on that green beer. Thanks.)
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