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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 23

Morning Caw of the Jackdaw

The jackdaws call in the morning Before the sun streaks the sky From tree, or other perch, loud it echos We listening, …

The Old Bond Store Ghost

 ghost tale from Tullamore retold in verse, first told by Walter Burke, former leasee of the bar in the Tullamore Dew Heritage …

Plastic Bag: Ballinamuck

Walking in to the village of Ballinamuck last year, I saw a lone plastic bag blowing in the street. A once more …

Veil Through Which We All Pass

Recently a friend of mine passed, Victor Mather, who I knew from a world beyond politics, in which he was very active …

Saintjohnstown – So Beautiful A Name

My mother grew up outside the Longford village of Ballinalee. She always said she preferred the English name on it, St. Johnstown… …

Red Path of the Stag

Set free, running free, blood flowing, fleeing fast in fright Wild eyed, pursued, the stag takes to flight The tribesmen of the …

Bee Conversations

By some believed, when one had died, the bees had to be told Or umbridge taken, they would leave, not liking being …

Outcasts In from the Cold?

Its heartening to hear suddenly everybody wanting to look after our own Coming out of the closet of carers now the migrant …

Take Not Gods Name in Vain

Take not the Lords name in Vain it is commanded Some say it means “Do not swear” It baffled me how God …