The Shamrock and The ThistleA Poem by Zoe RichardsonRaise a glass of your favorite moonshine to the Scots-Irish. Dye it green, if you like!My family hailed from Ulster town Where harp and bagpipe wed They crossed the ocean wide and blue To find new hills to tread They were farmers, they were
singers They were Highland warriors true And they squeezed the corn and
barley By the light of each new moon They carved out homes on hillsides Beneath oaks and maples golden And lived their life by one strict
rule To no man be beholden They were rebels staunch and
sturdy No king would they obey Then they were rebels once again In uniforms of grey They dug they coal, they chopped
the trees Their skills and crafts perfected Through denigration and defeat Their faith in God reflected Now my generation Walk these same hills and stands We sing the songs and plant the
seeds Brought from that distant land So on this St. Patrick’s Day A different breed presides The Shamrock and The Thistle The root of Southern pride -Zoe Richardson (2022) © 2022 Zoe RichardsonAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on March 17, 2022 Last Updated on March 17, 2022 Tags: Poetry, Thoughts, St. Patrick's Day, Ireland, Irish AuthorZoe RichardsonCordova, ALAboutAlabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..Writing
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