Leprechaun’s Visit

March 16th, 2007 at 11:22 pm (Occasions)

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Here’s a little St.Patrick’s Day treat.

My sister sent me an article about a prayer composed bt St.Patrick in 433 AD.  As usual, this inspired  me to venture into my imagination and come back out trailing the following verses behind me.

Happy St.Patrick’s Day   (and thanks, Sis. This was fun;-)

Leprechaun’s Visit

~ by Dave Franzwa

As I walked through the woods in the back of my mind
I spied a wee man `cross a glen
I’d met him before, and knew I was in store
for a tale, “Shamus, where have you been?”

He said, “David, me lad, it’s adventures I’ve had
I’ve a story to you, for to tell
won’t ye settle yer rump on this old walnut stump
and make ready to listen ye well?

You see, this was McGee, t’was a Leprechaun he
who’d been given the first name of Shamus
He had stature, this man, of the little folk clan
and by our mortal standards was famous.

Though large for his kind, I’m quite sure that you’ll find
and imagine with me you’ll agree
to look into his eyes, a short squat would be wise
because Shamus was just 2 foot 3

He related a story of old Irish glory
and of magically vanquishing foes
I could barely sit still for his words gave a thrill
and his voice with intensity rose.

T’was the tale of St.Patrick that wee Shamus told
to speak mercies of God and good will
to the king of the land, led his band, oh so bold
as the Druids lay ambush to kill.

Though they’d set up a snare, it would harm not a hair
as their deaths weren’t written that day
for dear Patrick aware, that the ambush was there
with his men knelt and started to pray

When they were done, they had victory won
as they knew that the Druids were pawns
with the shield of the Son, Druids saw nought but one
tiny doe and her family of fawns.

I bid Shamus good day, then turned back just to say
that I doubted if ere I could tell
the story of old and St.Patrick so bold
not like Shamus could, nary so well.

But Shamus McGee was nowhere to be found
so I went to the place I’d begun
what he’d told me about, left my mind with no doubt
even Leprechauns worship the Son.

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