Hi Ron,
What a seasonal poem this is and a fun one to imagine!
In the land of the fairies, the gnomes and Saint Patrick
where black is the cat and the sky's full of bat tricks...
Yes it's Ireland we speak of, for mystic they are,
**might change this to 'those mystics: they are' OR for mystics. Another thought is to start this line with 'O instead of 'Yes'.as their customs and antics are sometimes bizarre.
Comes the night of all saints{,} known as All Hallow's Day
and the lantern named Jacko{,} is out on display.
Once a turnip they took, and the innards extract,
**Alternate belowOnce a turnip they excised, its innards intact,and a fellow named Jack made with Satan[,] a pact.
When they came to the states, 'twas the pumpkin they chose{,}[;]
{so} [Now] our lawns house Jack's lantern and my, how it glows!
Enjoyed the read,
~Cleo