St. Paddy’s Day Parade

I had been looking forward to this day for a long time. It was St. Patrick’s Day, and I got to celebrate the day in Dublin! The holiday here is extended into a weekend full of festivities all around the city. However, Saturday was the big day and the featured event was the parade.

The parade’s theme was HOW? WHAT? WHY? and the performers explored “the wonder and curiosity of science,” in particular some science-related questions children might ask (things like: how do we dream?). The theme was interpreted by actors with elaborate costumes that followed large, magical floats. Marching bands from Ireland, UK, Russia and America performed amongst the companies as well.

My suitemates and I woke up early to grab a front-row seat to the parade near St. Patrick’s Cathedral, right at the endpoint of the route. As we waited, we noticed the streets filling up with people, most of whom were dressed in fabulous wacky, green outfits and red wigs.

It was a wonderful day all around, but I think my favorite part was when the marching band from the University of Missouri (my school back home) marched by. Taylor and I truly went crazy, singing along to the fight song and cheering on our schoolmates.

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2 thoughts on “St. Paddy’s Day Parade

  1. Just beautiful

    Mist, by Mark Slaughter

    Entranced in mist –
    Mind mist; kind mist –
    In a lea near woods –
    Child woods; wild woods,
    In shade serene –
    We intertwined,
    Exchanged a kiss.

    Regal plumes of wings
    Fluttered off and on
    Attractive blooms:
    Perfumed whores with
    Nectar bribes.

    The lea was our escape –
    Innate – as of a child’s imagination;
    Our psychotropic fantasy –
    Legendary dynasty,
    Silent in a deafening
    Bliss of nature.

    We – a creature paired
    In one through coupled hands,
    Caracoling, jaunting over
    Grassy calluses –
    Forgot about the world –
    Cruel world, hard world,
    In merciless extreme.

    For now, we were the dream.

    Mist

    Entranced in mist –
    Mind mist; kind mist –
    In a lea near woods –
    Child woods; wild woods,
    In shade serene –
    We intertwined,
    Exchanged a kiss.

    Regal plumes of wings
    Fluttered off and on
    Attractive blooms:
    Perfumed whores with
    Nectar bribes.

    The lea was our escape –
    Innate – as of a child’s imagination;
    Our psychotropic fantasy –
    Legendary dynasty,
    Silent in a deafening
    Bliss of nature.

    We – a creature paired
    In one through coupled hands,
    Caracoling, jaunting over
    Grassy calluses –
    Forgot about the world –
    Cruel world, hard world,
    In merciless extreme.

    For now, we were the dream.

    Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

    Mist

    Entranced in mist –
    Mind mist; kind mist –
    In a lea near woods –
    Child woods; wild woods,
    In shade serene –
    We intertwined,
    Exchanged a kiss.

    Regal plumes of wings
    Fluttered off and on
    Attractive blooms:
    Perfumed whores with
    Nectar bribes.

    The lea was our escape –
    Innate – as of a child’s imagination;
    Our psychotropic fantasy –
    Legendary dynasty,
    Silent in a deafening
    Bliss of nature.

    We – a creature paired
    In one through coupled hands,
    Caracoling, jaunting over
    Grassy calluses –
    Forgot about the world –
    Cruel world, hard world,
    In merciless extreme.

    For now, we were the dream.

    Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

    Mist
    Entranced in mist –
    Mind mist; kind mist –
    In a lea near woods –
    Child woods; wild woods,
    In shade serene –
    We intertwined,
    Exchanged a kiss.

    Regal plumes of wings
    Fluttered off and on
    Attractive blooms:
    Perfumed whores with
    Nectar bribes.

    The lea was our escape –
    Innate – as of a child’s imagination;
    Our psychotropic fantasy –
    Legendary dynasty,
    Silent in a deafening
    Bliss of nature.

    We – a creature paired
    In one through coupled hands,
    Caracoling, jaunting over
    Grassy calluses –
    Forgot about the world –
    Cruel world, hard world,
    In merciless extreme.

    For now, we were the dream.

    Just beautiful

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