By: Eve Meredith Brackenbury
I stumbled across
a leprechaun lair
today;
it was deserted
with no signs
of green.
I suppose the
economic crisis
has struck the
magically adept;
some kind of
luck of the irish
recession.
Til I remember
there's a parade today
with pub crawls
into the wee early morn.
Lots of kissing
and pinching
and toasting
and boasting.
Quite the stimulus
package.
I can see
a black pot
in the corner
slowly start to fill
with gold.
Who cares if
Punxsutawney Phil
saw his shadow?
The sun is shining
with record high
temperatures.
I predict this
horrible winter
is over.
Eve Meredith Brackenbury
Authornation.com
St. Patrick's Day is an enchanted time - a day to begin transforming winter's dreams into summer's magic.
~Adrienne Cook
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