Twisted crooked man <br />little as a leprechaun <br /> <br />tin whistle <br />stuck in his smile <br /> <br />eyes closed <br /> <br />fingers dancing <br /> <br />as if it <br />were playing <br />him. <br /> <br />His hat <br />overflowing <br /> <br />with the sound <br />of coin upon coin <br /> <br />the crowd <br />charmed <br /> <br />enraptured <br /> <br />as if hypnotised <br /> <br />as if the rainbow <br />ended here <br /> <br />& he <br />playing with all his heart <br /> <br />...the crock of gold.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crock-of-gold-for-lyn/
