Do ye remember the days we cut the turf? We'd hurry home up the road from school Throw off the uniform and bags to change To the normal oul jeans, wellies and shirts Then over the mountains or round the... Continue Reading →
A new poem, work in progress
Dappled sunlight shadows A beautiful May morn I woke up with a smile To the warmth of your embrace
To Ireland To home To our own native land To the mountains and rivers To the forests and streams To the lakes and fields To the towns and waters That round our island jewel ring To Éire Sláinte!