Celtic Table in Canaryville
Colcannon it was then day and nightin our crowded flat in Canaryville.
Pa out of work again and Ma in the kitchen
mashing potatoes with cabbage, onions,
and if St. Patrick smiles, bits of bacon!
Breaking fast before school bells ring,
or sitting at supper in the kitchen,
the eight of us dine like Celtic kings
and their queens on colcannon!
Poetry by Michael Pruchnicki
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Written on 2008-04-15 at 20:44
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