
birthday blessings filled with glee
as I sip a cup of barry tea
reminiscing of the time
our Dolores made me climb
huge rocks flowing out to sea
sitting around her kitchen table
in hysterics listening to such a fable
of a man and a cow
I often wonder how
the British didn't think him unstable
so this Saturday I will raise a drink
of Pear's cider, I'll grin and wink
to Lady Ireland who pens
with love to her friends
poems written with such fine Irish ink


This is a wonderful tribute to our Lady Éire!!
Good luck to you!!






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