Irish girls flock farewells
Like windswept barley
Atop rotten coffin ships
That teeter away
From a sunken livelihood
For a reluctant shore
Irish women sink
Roots even as
Fevered firetrap mills
Absorb slave sighs
Until their wills
Are like ancient bark
And their American sons'
Stunning St. Patricks' Day
Feast in Georgia celebrates
A heartening heritage
By ironic tradition:
No women allowed
Like windswept barley
Atop rotten coffin ships
That teeter away
From a sunken livelihood
For a reluctant shore
Irish women sink
Roots even as
Fevered firetrap mills
Absorb slave sighs
Until their wills
Are like ancient bark
And their American sons'
Stunning St. Patricks' Day
Feast in Georgia celebrates
A heartening heritage
By ironic tradition:
No women allowed
