An Irish Blessing.
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake,
through the mire land,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.I got the poem above from a blog called Little Irish Blessings. They have great clip art and such. Thankful they share! But I have photographic proof of my Irish Ancestry, not that any of you would think me a liar......
My Great Grandfather, Mason Brockman Conner. This picture was taken in Camden County, MO, where my Grandfather, Paul Brockman Conner Below) was reportedly born in a covered wagon.