
About the Irish
What shall I say about the Irish.
The utterly impractical, never predictable Irish.
Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow to defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight-
yet the smile of a child fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up in tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest to banish your fears.
And there's no middle ground on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle, he's good and he's bad,
He's proud and he's humble, he's happy and sad,
He's in love with the ocean, the earth and the skies.
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod.
But mostly he's Irish- in love with his God.
I am not sure who wrote this, but I think it depicts Irish and wanted to share it with you....

Irish Blessing
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Hope everyone has a very safe and enjoyable St Patrick's Day......really it is not all about the Green Beer.......
2 comments:
happy st. pats to you too.
The same back at ya!!!
Hugs
Scarlet
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