'Irish Nurses Are Beautiful People” (…and That’s No Blarney) Poem by Burt Poole

‘Tis quite a day on Erin Isle,
A day when even cynics smile,
And hardly can a man be seen
Who’s dressed without a bit of green.

And on this day on some folk’s lawns,
One thinks he sees some leprechauns,
Not to be touched, and so they shout,
“No, no, you’ll make our eyes pop out! ”

Then too, lapels and even frocks,
Display those lovely, green shamrocks.
The “Boys of Wexford” song is sung,
Where once the Black and Tans were hung.
‘Tis quite a day indeed for all,
For those who’ve heard the banshee call,
For even those who wish they could
Refer to Irish in their blood.

From Wicklow hills to Galway’s shore,
From Donegal to Inishmore,
From O’Connell Street to each boreen,
Old Ireland is bedecked with green.

So, Mary Gunby, this I pray,
“You’ll have a great Saint Patrick’s Day.
For though you’re far from Erin’s Isle,
You cheer us with your colleen smile.

You’ll have to pause for some reflections,
Between those scratches and injections.
Remember cool Killarney Lakes,
Then walk through fields—there’ll be no snakes.

Next, look toward a cloud-draped sky,
And see the songbird as it flies,
Floating like a wind-blown feather
Above the glens of gorse and heather,

‘Til there appears a rainbow still,
A colored bridge from hill to hill.
Such visions grand from place of birth,
The loveliest land on God’s green earth,
Are sure to bless, and do their part
To warm the cockles of your heart.