The solace of moring
has drowned out the noise
from the neighborhood children
and their blinking city toys.
...
There's a path in the garden
if you follow it true
for your luck be a changin'
with fresh clovers a new.
...
There's some chairs made of stone
at the end of the line
where the green rest their heads
with whiskey and wine.
...
We raise our hard chins
and look towards our brains
as the Leprechauns dance
we smile back through the haze.
...
This trip we have taken
is surely the life
away from sin and civilization
far away from the wife.
...
Speaking of she'll give chase
after 4 in the noon
after all me supper awaits
like my cold cottage view.
...
Then as love has been finished
with red-hair in my teeth
I roll over still spinning
this Irish lad welcomes sleep.
...
For the day just beginning
as exact as the last
after work on me building
I'll head back down the path.

03/17/2011