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
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.