Being Green in The Cloud City: A Leadville Limerick
By Kathy Bedell
Sometimes March can seem never-ending.
This cold weather, I am not befriending.
Sure, longer daylight hours,
But others plant flowers.
I’m sick of it, and I’m not pretending!
The calendar says, days until spring.
It’s just that, well, here’s the one thing:
At 10,000 feet,
It just isn’t that neat,
To know it’s weeks until birds start to sing.
Old man winter just won’t go away.
And the doldrums seem here to stay.
But dear friends, take heart!
The snow soon will depart.
But for now, it’s St. Patrick’s Day!
In Leadville, it’s more than a day.
Dressed in shamrocks it’s more like a play
We’ll march down the street.
Until our parade is complete.
To the Silver Dollar, we all know the way!
The Parade start at 4:30, top o’ the hill.
Dress warmly, as often there’s a chill.
Tis not for the meek,
But, it’s today of this week
Snow or shine, a guaranteed thrill!
Wearing green and full of good cheer,
We’ll gather round, like year after year,
Order whiskey shots
Say Forget me nots
And toast to good folks no longer here.
In the back, the Leadville Lion’s crew,
Serving corned beef and fine Irish stew,
Will all give a shout,
“Get your money out!
All the rest are wanting some too!”
So, join us, it’s that time of year.
Don your green and come of good cheer.
Cause this day, the Cloud City
Will be Irish and giddy,
The party, my friend, is right here!