We Can If We Try

 

Write a poem for St. Patrick's Day,
We can't do that, oh no, no way!
Our words won't rhyme,
The verses won't flow.
We can't do this, no way, oh no!

 We know nothing about clovers and leprechauns.
Irish music gives us the yawns.
We don't know the words to say
in a poem about St. Patrick's Day.

We'd rather dance you a jig or paint you a rainbow.
These are things we're good at you know.
Writing a poem would just go too slow.
We don't think we can, no way, oh no!

The Ladies in WWB encourage us to believe
That we can do more than we perceive.
They say we can write this poem if we try.
We can be the best, my pen pal and I.

So I started one line, Annette did one too.
Before we knew it a poem grew and grew.
Just a few more verses and we will be through.
We did it because they believed in us too.

If you're looking for friendships that never grow old
Join WWB - they're a pot of gold.
They will love you unconditionally and
inspire you to be all you can be.

 

 Annette and Paula
March 2003 PenPals

 

Lucky, the Little Leprechaun

Once upon a time there was a wee little leprechaun, named Lucky. He lived with his family in a big old tree deep in the forest. He loved his life and always had a lot of fun with his brothers and sisters. The most fun he had was when his mother taught him how to do an Irish jig. His life was wonderful, but something was missing. He had heard talk about a pot of gold that had been hidden many years ago by a mean old leprechaun. Many a leprechaun had gone off to try to find this pot of gold. None had been successful. Lucky was determined that HE would be the one who would find the gold. After all, with a name like Lucky, how could he fail?

So he began his journey.  But how did he find it? 

Where did he begin?  He began to ask the elders of his clan if they knew anything.  But he found many stories for it had been handed down over many centuries.  He had heard that somehow a rainbow was involved,  so he could start there.  He packed up what belongings he had and set off.  He came across many a rainbow and followed them to the end but never found anything.  Months and months went by then one day he saw the most beautiful rainbow he had ever seen.  He was so taken by the beauty of it that he had to follow it for it reminded him of the days spent at home with his family.  Suddenly around a lush green hill and down in a gully he saw a little leprechaun sitting on the biggest pot he had ever seen.  What was that he saw shining inside? Was that gold?  The little old leprechaun bid him come closer.  So he did and looked inside.  It was not gold, but something more.  It was something that had been lost to him since his journey began.  Curiously he looked at the old leprechaun.

"You have found what you seek."

"But I thought it was gold."

"No, it is something more."

" I don't understand?" said Lucky.

" You have found something more precious than gold, gold only destroys, you have found your dreams and wishes and the true love of your family.  That is why is shines, because it is real and comes from the soul."

Lucky was astounded for that is what he truly wanted for without dreams and wishes then there is no sense in going on.  A smile lit up on his face and a glow surrounded him as the meaning of what he had engulfed him. He had found himself and his future.  He knew he could return home and never seek for something he could not have, nor that he did not need.  He knew what he needed to do.

Lucky is now home with his family. Whenever a younger leprechaun would come to him asking about the famous pot of gold, Lucky would just smile. He does not tell the youngster not to search for the pot of gold. Everyone needs to discover exactly what Lucky learned on his quest. He learned that when searching for wealth and prosperity, all you really have to do is look around you and you will find it, right in your own home. No pot of gold could ever replace the love and happiness that comes from your very own family.

Spirit and Beth
March 2003 Pen Pals

 

 

 

Do YOU have a St. Patrick's Day story or poem to share?
Please e-mail it to Sandra at: organist@womenwhobelieve.us
and I will get it posted here for everyone to read.