In the winter sunshine kicking up
My heels
You know I need a little warmth
At this time of year
To lay aside all the legal wrangles.
My signature turns from blue
To yellow
The rainbow gives its pot of gold
I'm a student of life crossing
The old school quadrangle.
The fiddler plays a happy tune
The bar is full of good cheer
The landlord a hearty fellow
Never too old for a dance
My first little Christmas at Salt Hill
Stopping with you if you will
in our Galway town romance.
A star in the window
A candle in my heart
Together with you in Ireland
Losing my formal, oh so serious
frown.
That's a great part of gold at the end of that rainbow… Guinness Stout, no doubt.
I believe those Irish pubs are one of the best places to go when it's cold, dark and dreary out. A place where you can buy a little bit listen to the Great fiddling and dance and sing along with the fellow patrons…
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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I believe those Irish pubs are one of the best places to go when it's cold, dark and dreary out. A place where you can buy a little bit listen to the Great fiddling and dance and sing along with the fellow patrons…
That is, until a donnybrook erupts over nothing.
Ron