POEM
In a house by Greengable shore,
An Irish lass lived evermore,
With farming roots, she felt at home,
Surrounded by the sea and foam.
Next, she lived in a house of green,
Where rolling hills and pastures gleam,
In fields of gold and silver sheaves,
She tended crops and Peter’s needs.
But near Niagara’s mighty roar,
A third house holds her forever more,
With farmland spread as far as eye,
Her heart is filled with joy and pride.
Three houses, three lives, one true love,
For Ireland’s daughter sent from above,
Her spirit free, her heart so light,
June serves Peter day and night.
