Irish Potato

Me great, great, great-grand pappy-died
His son, sailed away from fighting Ireland
In the wake of the potato famine, sought land
Farming his love, many sons his pride
Irish potatoes-boiled, mashed, salad and fried
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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March 21, 2010 at 5:03 PM
Love it! There is a lot of true history behind this, I also love the beginning line, "Me great, great, great-grand pappy", true to the Irish speak.
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March 18, 2010 at 6:59 AM
OH, this is nice, Doris. I just taught my students the other day about the great famine that killed half the population of Ireland. It's amazing to know that the had still not regained their former populationg even before the year 1990(when I read that article about their population) because half of the suvivors of the famine immigrated away! Good poem. LUv, andrea
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March 14, 2010 at 11:56 AM
Kool Limerick Doris, many people fled Ireland during the potato famine, just as they did in Scotland around the same time to escape from the English >> James
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March 14, 2010 at 4:33 AM
Doris, Is this one fiction or your true ancestor history? That potato famine brought a lot of men to America. (I think, if I'm not mistaken, that is how the Kennedy family ended up here.)
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March 13, 2010 at 6:47 PM
Cute poem Doris...love the salad ones the best...lol...Marty
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March 13, 2010 at 5:51 PM
Great write about your ancestors...Keep the creative pen flowing. Mom
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March 13, 2010 at 5:40 PM
G G Grandpa was one of the lucky ones, it wouldn't have been easy but at least he lived and now you have a little bit of the Irish in you. (Assuming this is factual.) I enjoyed reading this morning...cheers Margaret
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March 13, 2010 at 4:28 PM
very nice i enjoyed this well done faleshia
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March 13, 2010 at 4:21 PM
Wow, great limerick as a tribute to the Irish potatoe! I believe that without potatoes I would die. My favourite is potato salad with some spicy mustard, vinegar, some hot (not spicy) chicken broth, olive oil, horseraddish, onions, salt, black pepper and a few boiled eggs. Thank you for all your comments!...Gert
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