Orange sashes marched across the
border line, into the home county,
antagonism the beat of the drum.
“We felt very welcome” they
said. Sure who’s going to argue?
It’s just the one day, the 12th day.
Go behind your green doors, ‘til
the last drum sounds and bathe
beneath the beating orange sun.
But dare a child hope for a game
of cricket ‘in their own land’.
Aren’t they a bit too green for that?
Maybe next Paddy’s Day, I’ll
don the green, march across the
border line, head up and down
Union Jack street, see how far I
get, banging to the beat of my own
Donegal drum.