Trips and dips - down dirt roads - embraced - by low lying stone walls -
sheep and cows and rugs - of green grass - covering - dark brown - fertile earth -
a cart - a car - a truck - every now and then - and big solid strong rocks - standing there - in the middle of a field - sacraments of God.
It’s a silent St. Patrick’s Day Parade - in the middle of nowhere Ireland - that is - till - a dozen freckled faced kids start waving - and oh yes three have Irish red hair - and two are dancing in front of - a white cottage - with a black
wooden door - and a barking dog.