Poem #76: Kiss Me, I'm Irish

It's St. Patrick's day! Years ago my ancestors were immigrants. I can't imagine what a challenging and brave thing to do, to leave the life they knew to travel to a place they've never been and make a life they've never known. I'm impressed by all the adversity immigrants to new countries continue to overcome to seek out opportunities in a new home. I'm feeling depths of gratitude to my German and Irish predecessors for finding their way to the forests of Wisconsin.