Tis Green'n of the Irish (poem) by Susan K. de Vegter on AuthorsDen

Tis Green'n of the Irish
by Susan K. de Vegter → (All Poetry by Susan K. de Vegter)
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Savannah, Georgia has the third 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 on 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. Mariah and I will attend the festivities this weekend. ERIN GO BRAGH!!!!! www.savannahnow.com ~ Susan O'Kathryn De Vegter~
Tis the Top O' the Marn'n and 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 green children 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. �Susan K.O'de Vegter copyright 2000

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on March 17, 2007

An enjoyable poem filled wilth all sorts of Irish thoughts.......M

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on March 15, 2007

Tis Irish, through and through. And Irisher still with that green brew!

Ron

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Enjoyed the read!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Nicky Goodman

Love it! :D i shall have to do a jig! O'Nicky x

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Yes dear Susan I too am Irish from my mother's side and we will be celebrating the day with a wee drab of Guiness and perhaps a drop or two of the Irish in our morning coffee to set the mood. Great poem that set the leprecauns to dancing a jig no doubt.

Fee

Reviewed by George Carroll

Sure tis Ireland transplanted. And yes the Irish in the 1800's were looked on as subhuman and were banned from any type of jobs. It was an uphill fight but one that was won. The Irish and Chinese built the railroads in those early days.