Green Waves

An ancient story from the emerald isle the jewel of every Irish heart treasured unwrapping it's beauty waves of green descent a world over spilling onto the streets like a tidal wave Core of our ancestors plucking them straight from the ground a little scarce this year gathering myself a right glorious bunch Taking them home a feeling of great pride as I wash them clean plucking dead ones out putting the cleaned shamrocks in a glass as taught down from my guardian parents Come our saints day I will have a massive great bunch knowing i could sell a big chunk to a few friend smiling with spare ones left at home depending on the demand laughing out loud With reverence to our great Saint Patrick on our day of green who banished the serpents from our soil His story is truly magical amongst the Irish sparkling shamrocks the blessed trinity a tale of lore he appeared in Tir Na Og meaning in English land of forever young Our true Irish flag is the harp and shamrock dating back to the fianna warriors of a king he is Paddy and i am one very proud patron On this wave of green rises for our great Saint raising my glass three cheers drowning Paddies shamrock in good style hail glorious Saint Patrick