Tin whistles pip and the bodrhans bang
and I wear green shirts in the morning.
I eat chorizo con papas for breakfast,
put on my jungle hat and sky off to London
to see the sights and spend long., late nights
listening to my mother’s nursery rhymes
and drinking with Seamus Heaney
and I thank God when morning comes
that we survived.
I take from the rich and give to the poor
so everyone has something and I ride
all the way to Texas
and my brother’s ranch on a pale Arabian
reading of mythical countries along
the watercourse
while wearing the hats of warriors
who were brave enough
to lay their burdens down.
A contest entry
- Just For Fun - twenty questions by just mercedes.
1750 points, ended February 13, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Thank you for this great entry, responses woven into a poem that tells of you in a warm way. I love Arabian horses myself. Was the garden in the mythical countries? The image of a Celtic Warrior cowbay is precious!
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