Saint Patrick lived in times of old
and lured the snakes in to a hold.
He played his pipe throughout the fight
and rid the Isle of its blight
‘Neath a rainbow, where shamrocks hid a pot of gold.
-JHD
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Jon H. Davis
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Jon H. Davis, is a digital alchemist, and explorer, who documents the natural world and cultures with words, photos, and videos. View more of his work with partner Iris Brooks at their NLS website, www.NLScreativemedia.com
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