Savannah, Georgia has the second largest St. Patrick's Day celebration and parade in America. Most people think blacks were the slaves in this area but it was the Irish. They came as endentured slaves to Savannah thus giving Savannah one of the greatest cities of Irish Heritage in the states. I should know... my children have Irish blood running through their veins and me too. If you live in Savannah or just come for the celebration with a million others then you have Irish in you for a day.
Photo of Tommy and Patrick O' Brunson, old friends and past Parade Marshall
www.savannahnow.com
*~ Susan O'Rowse ~*
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Tis Green'n of the Irish
Tis the Top O' the Marn'n...a good day to all
Tis the St. Patrick's Day greet'n for the big and the small
Tis emerald and is growing on beards and the dog
Tis fountains a flow'n and even the grog
Tis green beer and eyebrows and pointy tall hats
Tis fur of the animals...not too many cats
Tis beads and tis music...a jig for the crowd
Tis booming that echoes with laughter that's proud
The Irish have grown with this great green day
Grumps that aren't Irish are suddenly gay
They've adopted the brogue...an "O" fore their name
Like Rowse is O'Rowse then more of the same
Tis Shaunassey... O'Scwartz and Katey O' Wurtzburg
Tis Brian O' Trier and Rosie O' Bainburge
Tis wee little ones with ears out to here...
Tis smiles with green teeth and green foaming beer
Tis mounted patrols and kilted bagpipers
Tis the lilt of a siren yelling from rafters
O'Malley...hey Shawn...Kelly and O' Doulle
Tis faint funny grins on silly old fools
Tis bands full of roar and sots with a tilt
Tis these ones...we hope...aren't wear'n the kilt
Tis green...yes tis green...tis Irelands great day
Tis Tara Feish for families...tis gallant array
Tis The Luck of the Irish when rain turns away
Tis glorious...we're Irish...at least for one day.
Oh, but I love this one, Susan! It stirred so gloriously my passion for the 'auld sod'.. I was in Ireland in June and stayed with friends scattered all over the place there.. your poem would tickle them silly.. Jaysus: they're already pretty silly! What a great tribute to a beautiful bunch of shenanigan-lovers! Thanks for the preface too.. 'tis a feckin' good write! hehe katy.
Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
Hi Susan,
Nearly missed this one, glad I looked back.
great celebration.-------Morchuis
Reviewed by Morchuis
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
My dear sweet Susan, your Irish smile is apparent as you write this great poem. You'll notice I had to brush off my middle name in your honor. "Tis truly Pat, don't ja know," and if I could manufacture a limerick here and now, that's what I'd do. Instead I'll just kiss the Blarney Stone. At least I hope that was the Blarney Stone.
Reviewed by Marco Landi (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
great work..well done
Reviewed by Cherokee Sage (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
A pleasure to read your fine poem.
Peace,
Cherokee
kiss me i'm irish...okay, not totally...not even partially...but i'll be irish on march 17! HA mebbe we can get the luck of the leprechaun to stop this war...i really enjoyed this, felt like i was there at the parade! (((HUGS))) and love, karla o'dorman. *grins*
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Nearly missed this one, glad I looked back.
great celebration.-------Morchuis
Peace,
Cherokee
'Twas good.
~E
altho "kilted pipers" brings to mind
those other Celts from beyond Iona...
good write
john+......