Green Seventeen a poem by (me!) sandra o'harrison o'kay #bliss
In the gold of coins, dance feet, straight arms
The O' of surnames, the luck of charms
She's the a'peel of potatoes, the secret in clues
"...Here's to Good Fortune finding you..."
She catches you with an emerald eye wink,
~when two spirit filled glasses join and 'clink'
She arrives every March on your party scene
Dances with everyone wearing green
She's in every "Silante!... to Edward Lear!"
Plays the harp on your guinness and lager beers
She's the fourth leaf of lucky clovers
And remains long after the party is over
She is in the "Thank You's!" and "See you soons!"
The Celtic bones and wooden drum spoons
You can't stop Good Fortune, when Good Fortune's your fate
She's never early; never late
Good Fortune is Irish on Saint Patrick's Day
but transforms by occasion, She's special that way
speaks every language, eats all the foods
has an inexhaustible and grateful attitude
Good Fortune is:
The open invitation to have a good time
Say "hallelujah!" to Jesus for water turned wine
Good Fortune is the jazz at Mardi Gras, Cinco de Mayo's all May
She's the fest of Oktober, celebrates the world over
at showers and every birth day
In the blue of skies, green trees, all flowers
The sweet of sugar, the rise of girl power
She's the kind in gestures, and the ever in green
In the sound of laughter, Good Fortune is seen
She's the rhyme in this poem, the knot in 'I do'
Smile; and we know Good Fortune found you.
She's the Saint in our Patrick, the rick of our lems
may i interrupt with lemrick to share? -and ask polite, but really don't care
'cuz when it comes to fun rhyming, there's no perfect timing
for those who choose truth over dare.
sandra o'harrison o'kay
writeousmom.com
posted by SANDRA HARRISON KAY @ 1:02 PM
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