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by Norman
Rated: E · Poetry · Holiday · #2184214
They celebrate their heritage
They celebrate St. Paddy’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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