I sit alone this St Patrick's day Thinking of family that's no longer here. Remembering how we celebrated on this day; The parade, the laughter and drinking green beer. Soon the party will begin Down at Doherty's Pub. Folks from all around Will have fun at this Irish club. The singing and the dancing To the irish lullabyes Will bring melancholy tears To all the smilin' irish eyes. We'll sing about the old home And the green hills of Ireland. We'll toast the folks who've left us With a guiness in our hand. Mother, dad and brother Jim Aunts, uncles and cousins are just a few Now all gone to Heaven's home. But... their spirits will join us too. I'll hear their voices singing Down at Doherty's Pub tonight As I reminisce of old days On this St Paddy's night. Joanne Murray Vereb           Poetry and page were created with Love by Joanne/GabbiAsh March, 2004 To Send This To A Friend Click The Button Below: Joanne in Dreamland© Feel free to send any of my pages but please send them as they are and not remove anything To use any part as your own, even in E-Mail, would be copyright infringement Thank You