Like twisty trees in Irish lore
Leprechauns underneath them snore
Holding tight to pots so old
Magical tale mystically told
Moher Cliffs by crystal sea
Tweed clad man keeps watching me
Hazing mist dark shadowed sinister form
Spoke about Dublin before yesterday’s storm
Glenvegh, sunlit rainy day
Red deer crossed our path along Shallots Way
Staring into my soul
Irishmen’s’ myth display days of ole
Rainbows stretched across bluish sky
Mind’s ear heard a leprechaun cry
You’ll never discover this pot I hold
Hidden with magic unspoken, untold
Rainbow’s end no one can find
Search until your eyes go blind