Blarney Day

In Cork’s old heart As poetic whispers play, This district thrives And tales hold sway. Oh, Blarney, A place for words to craft and flow, In the realm of stories, As hearts jump and glow. Upon a lofty fortress Ancient and grand, The rock of eloquence A boon to the land. Brushed by the daring With audacious finesse, Bestowing silver tongues Through arresting address. Mists caress the hills And folklore breathes, A dance with the arts Inspiration seethes. Whispers of fairies Their muse in the air, Guiding hands in crafts With a tender care. Within the tavern's haven Here friendships ride, Consuming fish and chips Verses by the fireside. The Blarney Stone's magic In the artist's refrain, This symphony of creativity An unbridled domain. So here's to Blarney Where poems takes flight, In the domain of crafts Setting imaginations alight. With Irish spirit and a steed's gentle neigh, Blarney, in every charming stroke Forever inlay.