The Notre Dame Irish: Marching with Glowing Hearts of Fire
A Narrative of Brave Warriors in Golden Landscapes
Inspired by the Notre Dame Irish, in green and gold with glowing hearts of fire, with every step a narrative unfolds forth.
of brave warriors in golden landscapes.
Benevolently under the heavens, so vast and open, they march side by side,
echoes of legends, ancient and modern, every game is battled true.
Resounding throughout Notre Dame's sacred halls with yells bearing the names of Rockne, Parseghian, and more, whose spirits lead each fierce encore.
Autumn's cold, or summer's heat, they never back off or bend as in their blood a lineage of accomplishments runs in waves and ebb.
The golden dome glows brilliantly,
Looking under its alert, sparkling eye,
a lighthouse among the deepest darkness,
They aim, they dream Irishly, they fly.
Strongly courageous and hearts so large, The Notre Dame Irish persevere for every fan, they represent something when they take the field.
So toast and sing your thanks; every community, in many different ways, will always stretch beyond the heavens for Notre Dame, with great enthusiasm.
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Superb work! I really enjoyed reading this
Wow! interesting story, Notre Dame, a renowned institution, represents courageous warriors who embrace the Irish spirit. Their heroic activities are reflected in the beautiful landscapes, where they march alongside their valiant warriors, echoing legends and facing the trials of their trade. Their tenacity and determination serve as a representation of community pride and commitment. It was nice reading your poem.