(to the tune of 'O Danny Boy') <br /> <br /> Tara McHale, i love the words you wrote me <br /> you're never stale, your eyes smile 'cross the sea <br /> tho' i stand tall, a happy lowly Yankee <br /> i cannot help but dream of being Mr. T. <br /> <br /> The winter's gone, the buds they're all a bloomin' <br /> 'tis you 'tis you, whose comments stoke my pride <br /> & whilst i'm drunk, or stoned or even shroomin' <br /> i'd envy any man could claim you for a bride. <br /> <br /> Tho never soft, i hear your sweet voice warming <br /> to every heart whose ears might linger near <br /> while 'round your laughter all good souls are swarming <br /> your thoughtful verses merit more than just a sigh. <br /> <br /> But if you come, to comment on my word play <br /> from that green, and hilly place called home <br /> there will be joy where'e'r i sit for reading <br /> Tara McHale Tara McHale i love you so (repeat)<br /><br />Cretan Maineiac<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-tara-on-her-birthday/
