Happy July, everyone! And we’re starting the new month with a little poetry hosted by our friends, Pam and her ginger boys at Two Spoiled Cats. It’s a regular Thursday event that I look forward to each week.
Sometimes my poem practically writes itself, and, at other times, the photo inspiration challenges me. But I consider that to be good exercise for the brain.
This is the photo we were given for this week:
And here’s my poem:
We’re All Irish Here
You don’t have to be Irish, so step right in.
You’ll come as a stranger, but leave as a friend.
There are darts and spirits, and the stories abound.
It’s the meeting spot in most Irish towns.
That old wooden bar hasn’t missed a word;
oh, the jokes and tall tales it must have heard.
Rich in history, but no ghosts to fear:
you’ll quickly learn that we’re all Irish here.
One of Motor Man’s and my favorite restaurants is an Irish pub (Kelly’s Gingernut Pub) in Cape Charles on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. We don’t indulge in the spirits, but we enjoy the food and atmosphere. It’s located in a building that dates to 1907, and was originally a bank.
Marshall joined us there for dinner one evening a few years ago, and we were seated in the vault.
And we took our friend, Donna, there for dinner on another occasion.
Kelly’s is such an interesting place (and the food is great). Most of our visits to Cape Charles have included a meal there.
~These Days Of Mine~