The Well Drawing Mother of a Bishop!
“May you be the mother of a bishop!” An Irish “blessing”, depending on the context of the utterer At the well she …
The Years Creep Up
When I was walking the Slieve Blooms a decade back, I was a lot fitter than now – though far from fit!!! – and the hair was black with grey. Time passes, and its now white with black!!!
Every So Often a Book I See
Every so often a book I see That once I had upon my shelf Opposite the fireplace that would never draw Smoking …