Open Poetry #48 |
Where Shamrocks Grow (for St. Patty's Day) |
jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Where Shamrocks Grow In the field out beyond the old barn, where the Shamrocks grow, luck, a crock of Irish Whiskey, and the green satin ribbons in your straw colored hair, made me the man I am today. I still have the coin, the two-headed one, you gave to me, saying . . . flip it, catch it, turn it over on the back of your hand . . . tails you can't have me, heads, and I'm yours. Forty years later we're sitting on a blanket where the Shamrocks still grow, and though I know luck no longer plays a part of the game, I'm offering the coin, back to you. ©wesley james beard, jr. march 20, 2013 Note: from Luck of the Irish Challenge I found elsewhere - (not issuing one!) Can't be ABOUT St. Patty's Day and Must use words below. Luck - Irish - Shamrock - Green - Ribbons - Whiskey - Coin – Crock [This message has been edited by jwesley (03-20-2013 08:14 PM).] |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
It seems the challenge was well met. Nice story. Because your poem flowed so effortlessly, I didn't even realize there was a word challenge involved until the end. Enjoyed it. |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Hard to believe no other comments here....really a fine piece of writing, good sir.....good lines, good touch and something an Irishman would have written |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
I agree with Bob...you would never know it was a challenge...very touching write Jimmy... As all your poems are very touching and heartfelt. Beautifully done. ~Victoria I was adored once too. |
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