The lone daffodil stands gently swaying in the breeze
Behind the smiling black and white dog
a orange coniferous trees lays in the sun filled back garden

Birds are singing a sweet melody
And the cou-cou cous in the distance
Here comes the dog paws tapping on the concrete
Oh how blessed is this St Patrick's day

I notice the faint smell of the chipper up the road
I see the gentle ***** of the Comeragh's
Trees dotted here and there
waiting patiently for the bloom that is to come

I think of how a certain sound is missing today
It's at the hour of the parade
Second year running we are without
Next year could be different
Some say the pandemic will disappear as quickly as it appeared,
I like to believe it true