Page 18—The Fish Pie

 

Surrounded by mash defending our faith,

The fish pie is served with dollops of

Love and island hospitality;

Making it clear what makes our fish pie

The best.

 

Like the fish,

Slippery and fun filled.

We look for friendly spots

Full of food yet devoid of danger;

Yearning for rivers deep and exciting.

 

Anglers search for the right fly,

Lines land on the water each presenting

Their own little case,

Hoping the fly will be attractive to

The dispensation fish; splashing meaning in our lives.

 

Now caught and lovingly baked

Conversations span the ages, faith, and families,

All in a whirlpool them;

What it means to be an Irish fish

In another man’s stream and far from home.

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