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 A TOUCH OF THE BLARNEY 

A TOUCH OF THE BLARNEY

This poetry book is all about life — it is funny, sometimes poignant and sometimes very Irish...St. Paddy would be pleased. True blue Aussies will enjoy the typically Aussie poems.
Freda Ellis has captured the very essence of Irish and Australian heritage….with a Touch of Blarney along the way!

 

In Store Price: $AU18.95 
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ISBN: 1 920699 554
Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 86
Genre: Poetry
 

Author: Freda Ellis
Imprint: Zeus
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published: April 2003
Language: English

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 

 

Freda Myers Ellis was born and educated in Yorkshire, England. She married Joseph Ellis and had three children.  Freda taught in schools in England and Australia after emigrating with her husband and son in 1969.  Freda now resides on Queensland’s Gold Coast and has had several poems published and also broadcast.  She is a member of Gold Coast Writers.

   

A TOUCH OF THE BLARNEY

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Don't you go to Ireland unless you know about St. Pat ‘Cos they’ll never let you in there,

I can promise you that.

He’s their special patron saint of that you can be sure, the greatest of all saints, courageous, good and pure.

 

You’d best have seen the Shamrock,

and tasted Irish Mist.

And traveled to Killarney,

the Blarney Stone have kissed.

You must know about the leprechauns

and fairies centuries old,

and the wee Irish pixies

said to plant those pots of gold.

 

But how many of you know,

though Saint Patrick is their saint,

well the Irish won’t believe this...

in fact I think they’d faint.

For though he lived in Ireland,

and he gave them such a lot.

He was never truly Irish....

He was really born a Scot!


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A GARDEN IS HEAVEN

IF I DON'T HAVE TO DO IT

 

Our garden was a mess,

weeds flourished everywhere.

The weather had been so dry and the rain so rare.

I’d given it up as hopeless but to my surprise,

two gardening angels suddenly appeared at my side.

 

They worked like Trojans digging,

fertilizing and planting.

I stood watching amazed, they weren’t even panting.

In went the bulbs, the plants and the little bushes. Tenderly arranged and in charming little clusters.

 

Down went the wood chip.

Cheers no more weeding.

Lots of water and TLC.

That's all they’d be needing.

Gardening is a gift and it’s so very rewarding.

But it missed out on me.

Looks, lovely,

but boring.

 

                     

 


 

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