Luck

I was reading old irish prayers and curses when I was inspired to write this piece. It also reminds me of a small bog road I enjoy walking down with my dogs.

With the rays of the sun dancing on you,

Shamrocks and rainbows in your pocket,

With friends, old and new,

And angels by your side

You walk tall

Down the winding path, 

As sycamore leaves fall

And good luck lighting your way.