A Flash of Green

A Flash of Green

By Brad Trom

A flash of green on a day of grey,

When winter’s grip begins to fray.

The fiddle’s cry, a joyful sound,

On this day, no sorrow’s found.

A river runs a viridian hue,

Reflecting skies of hopeful blue.

The shamrock crest, a simple sign,

Of faith and luck, and passing time.

From Dublin’s streets to shores afar,

Beneath the same cold, morning star,

A spirit shared, a hearty cheer,

That echoes softly, year by year.

Submitted by: Brad Trom, PO Box 757, Blooming Prairie MN 55917-0757 USA, (507)583-7718  |  trom.brad@gmail.com