Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Saint Patrick

Teaching Irish the word of God
Was what I'd been divined to do.
Throughout the Ireland isle I'd trod
To turn the heathen to the true.
Driving the serpents to the coast,
I'd use the shamrock to preach
The Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Some souls were very hard to reach.
At one village, I do recall,
I'd stuck my walking stick in ground,
Then tried to spread the word to all.
Time came and went around and round.

The effort was a long pursuit.
My walking stick had taken root.