St Patrick
by Muse Urania

AAhhh, me darlin's gather near,
and I'll tell you a story, loud and clear...
Of a British lad who changed us all,
By sharing the Holy Father's call.
Taken in slavery as a youth,
He trod our hills and vales...
escaped and captured yet again...
he was freed, by the Father's Hand.
By this time he figured he must study and share his faith, forsooth.
In a Monastery in France , did he learn...
to scatter the heathen, at every turn.
Again he traveled, to our fair land...
and won the respect of the King.
Speaking of the Holy Trinity...
He set our peoples free.
And indeed did drive the heathen snake...
From our hearts by his piety.
finis

Leprechaun
by Joisey Boiy

See the leprechaun
dancing on the ground
Teasing all the town's people
That his gold will never be found.
finis

The Ring of Truth
Haiku by Trelaina

Poor patricks tales and
wild adventures were real, yet
unbelievable

The Ring of Truth brings
More Blarney than Goblin Kings
could even be creating

Group Poem (March 2006)
by everyone present

His fave color is green
but he is rarely seen
Hiding behind a bush
or by the pot at the foot of the rainbow...
is a wee leprechaun so tiny and green.

Group Poem (March 2008)
by Everyone Present

Beneath the waves of lush green a shamrock lay...
sprouting through the late winter frost.
The sun comes to warm it and stay...
Greeting little leprechauns at play,
thay are always hiding so what can I say?

With a green velvet hat, and a shamrock buttionier...
he doff's his hat with a loud cheer!
The Irish, they whistle the Irish songs,
they sing and dance all night long.
Amoungst four leaf clovers all about
raising their mugs,"Bring on the Beer!" they shout!