You may have heard that the St. Patrick’s Day parade in Girardville scheduled for this Saturday has been postponed. It’ll now be held on Saturday, April 1.
But you probably haven’t read that news in poetic form, so here it is …
In Girardville’s fair domain, where skies of azure reign,
A day of green and shamrocks, in our hearts engrained.
Alas, a fickle fortune, on this St. Paddy’s day,
For raindrops fall in torrents, forcing them to delay.
The drums of celebration, hushed and wrapped in gloom,
As raindrops dance upon the earth, and springtime starts to bloom.
Shamrocks, tricolored flags do droop, beneath the stormy gale,
A sea of emerald ardor, in gray embrace, they pale.
Oh, dwell not on this somber day, nor let the clouds dismay,
The spirit of St. Patrick, never shall it sway.
For Girardville’s parade, postponed, but not for long, my friend,
On April’s first, the town shall burst, in colors that transcend.
A sea of green and laughter, the streets shall come alive,
With music, dance, and merriment, our heritage shall thrive.
The fiddles sing their joyous tune, as dancers whirl and sway,
The pipes resound, a mighty call, as drums begin to play.
The sun shall kiss the banners high, and chase away the gloom,
As flowers bloom and hearts ignite, the world becomes our room.
The laughter of the children, the smiles on faces dear,
The magic of St. Patrick’s Day, we’ll capture without fear.
In Girardville, we’ll reconvene, with spirits bright and fair,
April first, a jesters’ day, yet we shall gather there.
And as we march, and celebrate, beneath the sunlit sky,
We’ll raise our glass to fortune’s jest, with hearts and spirits high.
So grieve not for the rain, my friend, nor dwell upon delay,
For in the end, our hearts shall mend, and skies shall clear away.
St. Patrick’s Day parade shall march, in Girardville so bright,
And with a wink and knowing smile, we’ll dance into the night.
