cold and wild the surf,
rushing in to overwhelm the beach,
the wind,
stinging my cheeks,
enveloping me in total freedom.~ Scott Holman
cold and wild the surf,
rushing in to overwhelm the beach,
the wind,
stinging my cheeks,
enveloping me in total freedom.~ Scott Holman
May the Irish hills caress you.May her lakes and rivers bless you.May the luck of the Irish enfold you.May the blessings of St. Patrick behold you!
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields~ and ~until we meet again,
May God Hold you in the palm of his hand.
Or at least enough to deserve the kiss.....