The Irish

The Irish have music and Guinness and tweed
And bright green land dotted with sheep.
There isn't much more that a person could need
But some friends, food and someplace to sleep.

There's lots of tradition awaiting to feed
Both the body and soul, which runs deep
From the ancients to now and that Gaelic-born seed
Nestles just like their tea, there to steep.

I'm enjoying the Guinness and music, which lead
To a memory bank I will keep
In my mind to tap into, for it's guaranteed
That some smiles to my face will then leap.