TO BE...continued Part 8
Dreaming for SOON
March 17, Saint Patrick’s Day
I have me Irish in me, yes,
green eyes so I don’t have to dress.
Wild spirit and musical feet
fiddle jigs that can’t be beat.
Strange how blood carries it all
no matter where you go a’tall
WE are a type of spirit ya see
ones that laugh at the dark imagery
Of famine and death and rock kissing
Snakes and Saints and story twisting.
We rise at the sound of a pipe
Stiff drinks all ‘round and ready to fight.
Our freedom is all we ask for today
Let us be who we are or take us away.
To a distant land and journeys without end
Looking for mountains and our kin.
Found them right here, and over there
Easy to spot….green eyes and bright hair.
Tapping their feet to a fiddle tune
Laughing and loving while dreaming for SOON.
