Saint Patrick’s Day: A Poem

March 17, 2015 at 7:37 pm (History, Poetry) (, , , , )

Saint Patrick’s Day: A Poem

On the shores of Galilee a certain Carpenter did teach
oh how to Tara’s golden halls would that message reach
A lad was in his 16th year when into pirating hands he fell
and carried across the Irish Sea to an Emerald Isle to dwell
sold as a slave to the chieftan Milchu
so what did this young lad do?
For six years in County Antrim he tended his master’s flocks in the Valley of the Braid
this boy becoming a man who was captured in a raid
After six years he fled his cruel master and bent his steps towards the west
His journey of 200 miles was really quite the test
At Killala Bay he set sail towards the land of his birth
but as a future Bard once wrote, “There are more things in heaven and earth…”
A new master did young Patrick find
a sweet master so Divine
A new master who said, “Make the Irish mine”.
So the new flocks he would tend
those whose broken hearts he’d mend
were the same people who had taken him captive
a people he set free by saying “Believe in Jesus and live.”
And now every March 17th, Irish hearts are filled with mirth
toasting a lad whose Master arrived in a stable at birth.
And while in Tara’s halls an earthly harp is mute with its soul of music shed
an heavenly choir sings of He whose heart, hands, head and feet had Bled
a loving Master who called Patrick to the test
and through Patrick’s voice and Patrick’s hands caused the Irish to join His people blest.

-A poem written by Christopher
on Saint Patrick’s Day
Tuesday March 17th


  1. Dracul Van Helsing said,

    Reblogged this on Dracul Van Helsing and commented:

    A poem I wrote 5 years ago today.

  2. Hyperion said,

    A lovely poem of that ole Saint that fills the coffers of every bar in the western world each year. He’s the reason our money is green. Sainthood doesn’t come around much anymore. I suspect it’s because they don’t make em like that anymore.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      That’s very very true, Daniel.

      • Hyperion said,

        St Patty put the cheers in beers.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        And a Greenwich Village bartender put the beers in queers.

      • Hyperion said,

        Beer for all and all for beer 🍺

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        And the evil American Cardinal ReachTheLoo (not to be confused with the evil French Cardinal Richelieu of the Three Musketeers’ day) is going around the Greenwich Village bar approaching handsome young men and trying to convince them to enroll in his archdiocesan seminary where as young seminarians they would help him relieve his anxiety in the same way White House interns did the same to relieve Bill Clinton’s anxiety.

      • Hyperion said,

        Lift the holy robe and see the snake nestled in the apples. God did warn about biting the apples.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        Yes, sometimes fighting for apple pie isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. 🤔

      • Hyperion said,

        Waaa haaa haaa! Always be suspicious of what is under the crust.

      • Dracul Van Helsing said,

        ROTFLMFAO ! 😂🤣

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