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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 27

Fairy Fort at Lough Gowna

Did they look as I walked Where tradition states one never should, Inside the round ditches of the fort, Perched above Loch …

The Cold Time, Between New Years

” Between the New Years, of the Druid, and of Rome, Evergreen garlands decorate the homes still, The spirit of the faith …

The Priest and the Playboy Magazine

In the clerics car, which the housekeeper was cleaning, A copy of Playboy was found, She assumed it was planted there by …

Charleston Yesterday and Today

God be with the days when it was but a dance When you thought of Charleston, in newsreels, Of crazy steps of …

Banagher Horse Fair

I grew up in the town of Banagher, whose annual street horse fair is one of my favourite memories growing up. An …

The Arid Earth

The arid earth, the white man sees No water, reason of life And walks led by legend of inner sees Brings on …

There Is No Time for Art

Was at the Body and Soul festival doing a reading with my fellow Tullamore Rhymers, and this one got a good reception. …

Its Your Move

It is just a game they say There is nothing to prove A pawn a rook to win or lose It matters …

Honest Hands Build True

Honest hands build walls true: Work plain for all to see – Stands the test of time, Passed by walkers like me …

Magpies

In times of trial once upon a time When lost for direction myself did find While walking away the woes of life …

Seek the Distant Isle

Of which was spoken the sailed to seek Many ships, families and fighting men, As generations had sailed before, They take  to …