Inspired by a picture. A poem I wanted to put into a children’s book.

Isle of Eire, long in my memory!

The man in the moon saw me crying on a cool cloudy night.He didnt know what for so he came down on a moon beam to find out.The rest of the night played out like a well written fantasy. The man in the moons words of wisdom hit a heart that was badly wounded.

A poem for St. Patty’s Day.

Time line of my perception of who will rule the world in the future when I was eight.

Strange, isn’t it, when you return to where you once were, and the only thing you vividly remember is how you drank up all that coke on your sixth birthday without ever really knowing?

Dream-Time story about little people who are far more deadly than any Irish Leprechauns!

A St. Patrick’s Day poem.

March makes me think of St. Patrick’s Day, the color green, leprechauns, and a whole lot more. This is just a story that popped in my head while trying to figure out why these things have been told about from generation to generation.

Just was informed that our ship will be soon on its way. Leprechaun hunting in Ireland is where we must sail. The crew has begun to arrive and brought all the supplies hopefully needed for our great adventure.