Colcannon At Sea Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Colcannon At Sea



Cook set a Gaelic table
in the mess every noon -
boiled potatoes and cabbage,
onions and corned beef -
second helpings, of course!

And we sailed the bounding main
dining like Irish kings of old
from County Clare
to Boston in the U.S.A.

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