In a continuing effort to write an haiku on every subject, here’s one on sheep. Love them. In a good way.

A limerick.

Good-bye winter, till the next time.

A little poem, song I wrote while listening to some bagpipe music.

Frank McCourt; Angela’s Ashes.

With all minds thinking about shamrocks and four-leaf clover today, one might think that clover only grows in Ireland. Nope. Many varieties thrive in Oregon. White, red, woolly heads. Plump and delicious looking in a garden.

If there’s a quintessential part of St. Patrick’s Day, it’s the time-honored Irish pub. And in this city, more than a few have raised a glass at the various permutations of the Blarney Stone.

Say goodbye to the green beer.

Happy Sain Patrick’s Day from Kansas!

St.Paddy’s day 17th March!