Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Here's a creepy little poem to celebrate St. Patrick's Day.

An Irish Lullaby

Hush now, close your eyes

against the looming night

and the tempting moonlight.

Hush now, close your eyes.

Against the looming night

when the Fae Folk roam,

between morn and gloam.

Against the looming night

When the Fae Folk roam,

hear the banshee who wails.

I will sing you some tales,

when the Fae Folk roam.

Hear the banshee who wails.

Hush now, close your eyes,

dream of clear blue skies.

Hear the banshee who wails.

Hush now, close your eyes

against the looming night

and the tempting moonlight.

Hush now, close your eyes.

From Reflections of Poetry

© All Rights Reserved A. F. Stewart

Irish Hearts: A Poem for St. Patrick's Day

Irish Hearts

That lilting song of the harp

echoes far o’er the Irish hills.

The spirit that nothing stills,

that lilting song of the harp.

Echoes far o’er the Irish hills,

shout the pride in Irish hearts

and the brotherhood imparts

echoes far o’er the Irish hills.

Shout the pride in Irish hearts

hear it sound, beyond the sea

adrift on the wind, flying free

Shout the pride in Irish hearts

Hear it sound, beyond the sea

a tender tune, a haunting voice

and those that hear, will rejoice.

Hear it sound, beyond the sea

A tender tune, a haunting voice,

that lilting song, of the harp.

Music with an ache so sharp,

a tender tune, a haunting voice.

That lilting song of the harp

echoes far o’er the Irish hills.

The spirit that nothing stills,

that lilting song of the harp.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

In honour of St. Patrick's Day, I'm posting one of my poems of Ireland from my book, Reflections of Poetry.  Enjoy.


Irish Sons and Daughters

Sing a song for the Emerald Isle
All you Irish daughters and sons
All you sweet, fortunate ones
Sing a song for the Emerald Isle

All you Irish daughters and sons
Show me your nation’s pride
Leave no listener here dry-eyed
All you Irish daughters and sons

Show me your nation’s pride
Remember olden days of glory
Ring out each and every story
Show me your nation’s pride

Remember olden days of glory
Tell the gathered, lads and lasses
While the ale and whiskey passes
Remember olden days of glory

Tell the gathered, lads and lasses
Sing a song for the Emerald Isle
A song of cheer and stay awhile
Tell the gathered, lads and lasses.

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