S eventeen o’ March – a day on which St. Patrick passed. T he saint and patron of the Emerald Isle caste.
P ass by walls of rock, strong built to fortify, A ncient heroes, and kith and kin to dignify. T raditions, tankard of ale, and tea beside the fire, R eminds us to be true to all your heart’s desire. I reland – a land of poets, dreamers and rebels. C lover and heather; the ghostly moor which day dispels. K ings, warriors, and mischievous fairies, ' tis harps and butterflies bear missives of hope, despair. S hamrocks for love, protection, and unity.
D istilleries and dancing, from glen to city, A uthentic land leaves us wanting more, Y our tongues speak well of all Irish lore.
Author Note: An Acrostic poem: the first letter of each line spells the prompt.
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