Strong. Stoic. And rich in history.
An island of pastures, lush lands and picturesque beauty.
Its people, proud and spirited.
I have never had the pleasure to visit Ireland, but Sunday being Saint Patrick’s Day, I thought what a fitting time to salute the people of this fine land.
Clad in their shamrock greens, I’m amazed & awe-struck of the citizen’s belief in ones Irish esteem.
It is truly an inspiration in heritage.
Acknowledging strife and struggle, as well as victory of heart & valor, the people of Ireland proudly wear their clover glasses each day.
From the city-dwellers of Dublin…to shepherds herding their flocks in the Wicklow Mountains, the spirited green glow shines daily.
I mean, the images of the Irish people…with their reddish beards and floppy, green hats…they ARE from Ireland right?
We may drink Shamrock Shakes…but they paint them on their faces, dammit!
Of course they are from Ireland!
Why Saint Patrick’s Day is the time of year when true-blooded Irish townsmen are honored in all their glory.
These pictures we see in our papers & on television wouldn’t be of phony, Irish impostors.
Please tell me no, not one bit.
Yes, true Irish even adorn the future generations with top hats & cloaks of green.
And the house pets of Ireland sport the nation’s blarney!
(It even barks with an Irish accent.)
As I said before, I have never visited Ireland, but I know deep in my heart, the people of this small, Celtic island wear their Irish pride on their sleeves. Not just this day, but everyday.
In fact, “Lucky”, Ireland’s most popular ambassador, is known for issuing a proclamation that is reportedly “magically delicious.”
Therefore it’s gotta be true!
So on Sunday, let’s look past the Irish wanna-bees in our neighborhoods….and remember the true, Morph-suited Irish Gaelic’s of the Motherland.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Ireland. Happy St. Patrick’s Day indeed.