St. Patrick’s   Day   Enjoyed   By   All   The   Ages





I remember my days of innocence,



I was young and naive.



I had no worries,



no responsibilities.





I use to run in our backyard,



I use to seep all day.



I use to laugh with joy,



I use to joke and play.





The early morning rain left as quick as it came,



out came the sun to dry up the rain.



I had awaken and found myself in the steriousmysterious land of Ireland,



and as I looked about everyone was wearing green, “ it was St. Patrick’s Day “.





Than I heard it…a wee little voice laughing,



I briefly caugh a glimpse until finally he came into focus.



A three foot leprechaun dressed up all in green holding a four leaf clover, smoking a pipe,



he was a happy little guy running circles all around me, he  seemed harmless.





Across the sky above I surprising saw a beautiful palate of color,



it was an original etching “ A Rainbow “ which seemed to have no end.









Pastel colors of orange,  yellow,  green, blue and purple,



an array of splender painted by God’s own hands.



Than it happened out of nowhere that little leprechaun kicked me in my shin,



with his tiny black boot.



‘ tag your it “ he yelled “ race you to my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow “.





Being a competitive person and I love a graet challenge,



I told him I would greatly accept his challenge.



he then handed me his four leaf clover and said “ good luck you’re gonna need it ! ‘,



and just like that poof he was gone, I couldn’t find him anywhere, where did that little



rascal go ?





I had no time to waste and time was ticking,



I was walking up the arch of the rainbow on my quest.



The leprechaun jumped in front of me telling me I must move faster than this,



again poof  he was gone like a genie in a bottle.





I began to feel guilty trespassing on God’s artwork,



I was starting to feel like Dorothy in the wizard-of-oz, following the yellow



brick road.



And my man behind the curtain was a three foot leprechaun pulling my strings,



I had to stop and pull myself together, he wasn’t gonna let me take his pot of gold.

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I wondered how many others he suckered into this,



then I woke up to my mom telling me to get me butt out of bed.



“ if you don’t want to get pinched put on something green “



“ hurry up,  got to get to the parade in Savannah { the biggest St. Patrick’s Day Parade



in our country }.





The phrase ‘“ seeing is believing “” is misleading ,



it is really an expression of skepticim that means, “ I won’t believe it unless I see it “.



However, true belief means that we accept something even though we don’t see it



or understand it,



whether we are believers or nonbelievers life can sometimes be beyound our



control of understanding.





I am not always sure what I believe or how to express what I believe,



but I do love the fact that we all have the ability to use imagination which I do believe is a



healthy means of growing up.





St. Patrick’s Day is wonderfully played out for all the ages to enjoy along with many other



holidays or fork lures.



life is too precious to waste,  keep all fork lures alive, let that child in you come out and pass



It on down to through your children and there’s and so on.



HAPPY  ST. PATRICK’S  DAY…don’t forget the green or get pinched…  very fun holiday



CELEBRATE !!!















Diane wasden   478=494-9477



U.S. Army 1977  Charlie Norwood V A M C



885 Buttermilk Road   Millen Georgia