Link to the Story  of St. Patrick's Day  
Link to "Catch the Leprechaun"            

St. Patrick's Day Green ..... by Anna Mae Wittig

I walked into the woods, one foggy March day,
And what do you think I did see?
A little green man no more than two feet,
Sittin' there, starin' at me!

He had a tall hat, with a shamrock on top,
And he jumped when I started to talk,
He bid me good day, started running away,
Much faster than my feet could walk.

I asked him to wait, for I meant him no harm,
And He paused just a moment to say,
I'm sure that you've heard, if you catch me, my gold,
Will be yours on this Saint Patrick's Day.

I told him I had, but I learned long ago,
You appreciate more, what you've earned.
And I'd much rather have him here as a friend,
The he stopped on a dime and returned.

He said all his life, people chased him about,...
For his gold was worth much they were told.
But the words that had just come out of my mouth,
Could stop a Leprechaun cold.

For tis true that a friend,  is worth more than gold,
And he wished that more people had seen.
That it wasn't St. Patrick's Day,
Shamrocks or elves,
.....but their envy
That turned them all green.

Irish Rose...by Colleen Carroll

I wish I was an Irish Rose,
And he would pick me from the dirt,
And hold me in his arms so tight,
And keep me from getting hurt,

I wish I was a fair princess,
In my castle I would hide,
But if my prince ever came knocking,
Across emerald fields we'd ride,

But I am no fair princess,
I am no Irish Rose,
But I have learned to be myself,
Instead of trying to pose.

"Dance By The River Shannon"...by Colleen Carroll
(The Shannon River is a river in Ireland)

I danced with him by the River Shannon,
I danced with him all night long,
He was the rainbow giver,
But when morning came he was gone,

Had he been a dream?
Why did my true love part?
I see my face in the morning river's gleam,
I see his face reflected in my heart,

I meet him face to face,
In the burning light of day,
He calls, "Come dance with me by the River Shannon,
And we'll dance our cares away."

"Clover in the Snow"...by Colleen Carroll

The snow lay lightly like powdered sugar,
On the chocolate mud covered path,
Which led down to ice lake,
The colors of the world spun,
Like a grey kaleidoscope,
My new ice skates were polished whiter than snow,
Then I saw it,
A little drab of green life,
Glowing in a dirty world,
Looking closer I saw that it was no ordinary clover,
But it had four leaves,
I held it up to the sky,
Like a drop of hope in a dark time,

I still have that clover,
And whenever something seems impossible,
I remember that four leaf clover ,
Growing in the snow,
I know that my dreams are possible,
No matter what comes my way,
I know that I am like that four leaf clover,
Growing in the snow,
Waiting for spring.

Four Leaf Clover ... by Hope

I have a four leaf clover
It was kindly given to me
My clover it is a graphic
On my puter for  to see

Yes I  now view it daily
Though its only in my files
The person gave the gift
To bring me lots of smiles

Was his kindly little gesture
My  four leaves of green
Because he can’t be near me
It now sits upon my screen

Wishing each other good luck
Often good  luck runneth over
For when we can’t be near
I view my little green clover

Its in the thoughts that count
Thoughts sent across the miles
My clover is only a graphic
But its given me lots of smiles

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