We spent some time in Dublin.
It was December 30th 2010
We took our three boys and two nieces for a tour of the National Leprechaun Museum.
At the end of the visit I was inspired to write this short poem about my day.
The Real Leprechaun
Today I woke and rode
then ran
through the park of the Phoenix
past a herd of deer
sleeping in the dark
of a Dublin dawn.
Came to the place of
the faery
heard the story of Setanta
and the hound of Chulainn.
Andrew Thompson
