Blue Fields Town

An Irish poem I wrote.

Blue Fields town I was walkin’ round as I saw a man pass by

A pipe clenched hard between his teeth I thought that man looked fine

So fancy was he with his pipe, his tilt hat and his coat

I stepped downtown and bought my own and sure did I feel nice

 

Walkin’ round I clenched my pipe proudly between my teeth

Brown hat tilted to the side my coat I wore so gleamed

Then did I see a lady pass me by on to the street

I looked back by my shoulder, her skirt did lift and see

 

So did I try to sure get by, back across the road

But stopped I was by a horse and buggy

And she was never seen

I ran into an old Irish pub and sat to have a drink

To dull the memories of a woman that I could never meet.

Author's Note

I was listening to Irish folk music and noticed there was a lot of comedy about guys chasing after girls who always seem just barely out of reach, but they always have a plan to get them. It was great fun, so I wrote this piece. Hope you enjoy!

Reviews

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i loved it, it made me laugh :)

[Lost in Wonderland]

I nice story you have here:) In my mind I read it in an Irish accent hehe:P I felt like I was in Ireland! Lovely

[Michael Thrower]

Lol that's great! It's good to hear from you again as well :)

[Lost in Wonderland]

I could say the same! I'd missed seeing your new work until this popped up:)

[Frieda P]

Great imagery Michael, and of course there'd be a pub if it's Irish! Well done...enjoyed.

[Michael Thrower]

Had to include that, gotta love pubs. Thank you for reading :)

[Frieda P]

I concur, and I have a few Irish friends that love to drag me there, not that I mind! :) My pleasure...

[audrie]

I enjoyed the the story line and the imagery painted a clear picture - nice work

[Michael Thrower]

Thank ye very much