Gift of Gold

Written by: kristen bruni

I'm carrying a Celtic name
Yet never bothered to.
Try to understand leprechauns
And why I collect shoes?

I do not find them near creepy
For I'm as small as them
Mischievous but Precious souls
In dreams they make me grin. 

Rainbow's are earth's sacred vision
A miracle of hope
Genius they store big pots of gold
At the end so remote

Some say their an evil spirit 
I disagree with pride
Their humorous , very smart
Lucky creatures , green eyes. 

Anybody from Ireland
Possesses traits above
If you happen to cross their path
You'll be certain God's love.