Been to Wicklow. Been to Cork. As a young man I remember visiting Ireland. Sitting in a Pub on a rainy Sunday, early afternoon...filled with happy families. Giant glasses of Guiness. Waiting for the foam to melt into the brown stout..takes longer in Ireland. Your poem brought back memories of my twenties...just travelling...hitchhiking aside an old Irish road. Happy St. Pattie's day!!!! To scones, stout and laughter! SC
Been to Wicklow. Been to Cork. As a young man I remember visiting Ireland. Sitting in a Pub on a rainy Sunday, early afternoon...filled with happy families. Giant glasses of Guiness. Waiting for the foam to melt into the brown stout..takes longer in Ireland. Your poem brought back memories of my twenties...just travelling...hitchhiking aside an old Irish road. Happy St. Pattie's day!!!! To scones, stout and laughter!
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Thank you Good sir.
DeleteHappy St Pat's, my friend. My great-grandma came from County Cork.
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