Hello, my Friend! Hello today!
I hope you are in a good way!
No matter rain, no matter shine,
I always hope your day is fine!
I talked to you the other day,
And spoke to you about the way
I’d be travellin’ to somewhere
Not far from Here, and, close to There!
‘Twas with me Nannie I did go
To see Irish folk she did know.
What a visit! What fun we had!
We laughed and talked and were not sad!
Other things, too, me Nannie did…
And there were times I went and hid!
There are those times I can’t be seen.
I often hide in trees of green.
I love when flowers hide me well!
I just crouch down and none can tell
I’m hiding there where none can see
My green clothes, red hair, hat, or me!
But sometimes when I need to hide,
It could be inside or outside!
Nannie and I, we know full well,
A Leprechaun must never tell
Of certain places and some things…
Secrets that a Leprechaun brings
To where he goes, and must not say
What they’re about on any day!
But Nannie understands this all…
The secrets of we, who are small.
There are some things, though, I CAN say!
About our trav’llin’ holiday…
Last time we talked, we spoke of green…
Of lovely fields and shamrocks’ scene.
We saw so many shamrocks where
We travelled to…from Here to There!
On pretty windows, shamrocks fine…
They glowed so green in the sunshine!
St. Pat, himself, held one in hand,
A shamrock from our grand Ireland!
The harp, the claddagh, and shamrocks…
Just like the ones on some grand socks,
Were on these color windows, bright…
So fine to see in the daylight.
And also, too, I want to say
The windows that I saw that day…
They told the truths so very old,
From ancient times in colors bold.
The angel held the shamrock plant
Used by St. Pat for holy chant…
St. Brigid and her Cross were there,
With Jesus and the children where
His Love and Care was also shown.
Good Shepherd’s picture that we’ve known
speaks “loudly”, too, of God’s great Care
For all lost lambs, no matter where.
The Irish Cross was standing strong
As if it heard our hearts’ love song!
Jesus…King, in all His Glory…
These windows told the whole story,
That St. Pat tried to teach us all,
No matter if we’re tall or small.
One God Who has The Persons Three,
The Blessed Holy Trinity…
Jesus, King, in all His Glory…
‘Tis the new and ancient story!
The story of God’s lasting Love…
Coming always from Heav’n above.
Our good St. Pat brought the Good News
And our grand shamrock he did use!
So in this place of Irish folk,
The place of which, with you, I spoke,
had shamrocks everywhere to see…
On the ground…with the harp they “be,”
On the sidewalk…they looked so fine…
Looking as if they’re in a line…
Also on a rug…curtains, too,
I think there’s too much to show you!
I think I’ll wait to tell you more.
But know there’s good stuff still in store!
I’m hungry now, so I’ll go eat,
And then I’ll rest my weary feet!
I’m thankful we did talk today.
God bless you is what I do say! (see Footnote #34)