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Original Poem: "To The Clancy Brothers" by Ashley Paskill

Odetta and Liam Clancy. Junction Festival, CC BY-SA 3.0 
<https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

How was it to be a Clancy?

Some may think it’s nothing fancy.

You played music around the Earth

Giving Irish music new birth.

 

Because of you, I know my past

My love of Irish music forever lasts

You connect me to Ireland

Its history I understand

 

Thank you for singing your song

Your hard work, your days so long.

Thanks to you, the world sings loud

Irish music oh so proud.


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Original Poem: "A Celtic Symphony" by Ashley Paskill

Photo by Eugene Bolshem: 
https://www.pexels.com/photo/live-irish-music-performance-outdoors-with-band-33284931/

 John Ryan’s Polka lights the night

As we sway to a Celtic Symphony.

A typical pub becomes the Ballroom of Romance

As we celebrate Christmas in Belfast.

 

We begin our Long Journey Home

Past the shores of Milarrochy Bay

A Mermaid greets a Big Strong Man

I’m glad the path Led Me To You


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Original Poem: The Kilted Owl

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My body’s in the USA

But my heart is far away

Learning of my Celtic roots

Really has been quite a hoot

 

My quest is to share my facts

On my blog that is so packed

With knowledge that I’ve learned so far

Fill my blog up like a jar

 

I’d love to go to see the lands

That have birthed my favorite bands

Someday I will see those shores

Until then, I’ll write some more. 


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-Original Poem: "Music of the Celts" by Ashley Paskill: https://kiltedowl.blogspot.com/2026/04/original-poem-music-of-celts-by-ashley.html
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Original Poem: "Brave Gone Bad" by Ashley Paskill

Scottish Government, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons

Curly red hair, a fiery soul to match

A mother who has met her match

Two wee brothers and a dad

Tried to find you a marriage-worthy lad

 

Scotland is your family home

Not Ireland nor Prague nor Rome

You set a spell you thought was fair

Your mom has turned into a bear

 

You tried to find the one who sold

The drink to you, but the business did fold

You thought you knew how to reverse

The drink you bought that caused the curse

 

When you tried, oh did you fail

Your bearly mother began to wail

Of the fix you’re unaware

Your mother now remains a bear

 

You have to tell your family

How a fix you couldn’t see

Now your mom is cursed for good

Forced to live in nearby woods 


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Original Poem: Ancestrally Irish by Ashley Paskill

Photo by Mario Spencer: https://www.pexels.com/photo/dunguaire-castle-28126979/

I’ve known all along of my ties to the land,

Where the fields are so green and each day is “grand.”

I feel Ireland’s Call with each step that I take.

As I dream of my homeland, my heart starts to quake.

 

My ancestors came over to find a new life,

Leaving behind their past pain, loss, and strife.

The story that I carry is deep in my bones

Of hardship and trials so far from their homes.

 

I long to learn more of the land they called home,

And why from their past they decided to roam.

I wish I could ask them, but they are not here,

But somehow I feel a connection so near.

 

Someday, I will step on Ireland’s shore

And wonder about my life’s history no more.

But until then, I’ll learn and I’ll wait

When my dream of Ireland is within my fate. 

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-Original Poem: "Music of the Celts" by Ashley Paskill: https://kiltedowl.blogspot.com/2026/03/original-poem-music-of-celts-by-ashley.html


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Original Poem: "Music of the Celts" by Ashley Paskill

Photo by Bernie Andrew: 

The drums roll like thunder

Telling what's to come

Listeners gasp in wonder

As the bagpipes hum


A whistle sings its tune

Bringing joy to listening hearts

"The Rising Of the Moon"

The band plays their parts


A fiddle player stomps in time

Playing jigs and reels 

A vocalist sings out his rhymes 

Expressing how he feels


Celtic music from the ages

Of days that have now passed 

Is still played on world stages

Forever it will last 


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