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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 47

Menhirs of Carnac

The men who built them long are dead And they are standing still In ranks, files and circles And after our time …

Few Turks in This Town Anymore

Few Ottomans are in Knes Selo That once ruled here before The call to prayer does not ring Around these hills anymore …

Green Lights of Hope in Windows Burn

Green lights of hope in windows burn, As folk fight to save their homes, From faceless corporations and banks, Not conquering nations, …

Srebrenica

Rows and rows of headstones A sight we’ve seen before And beyond them the eye can see Rows and rows more… The …

Sitting There Saying Nothing

She sits there saying nothing A wee woman and her wains We know not who she is That sits there with her …

Walking As One With the Woods

From the branches, voices whisper Singing soft low songs, in the breeze The more we listen,  less we hear From the low …

Aged Eyes

Aged eyes, that one were with passion lit Now are dark, as if no longer there Is life, much less passion, lost …

Hands

On skin, they run, hands warm, voice soft Relax, enjoy, time it is yours But beer is dear, and time is money …

Silver Words from a Mouth of Iron

It is not he, the despised, but he who has returned… You knew me last when but a boy when I left, …

Bringing In the Wasted Harvest

Ireland has been wasteful as a state of her resources, the most valuable of which is her young people, which she on …

Last Keepers of the Kasbah

The last keepers, there they stand, within the walls of the Kasbah Visitors to guide, around the site of the Kasbah Now …

Lovers of Valdaro

As in life, in death, they lie, embraced In the Eternal Cloak of the cold cold ground The warm bonds of an …

The Curse of a Bride Jilted

In Scottish fashion to be wed Hugh Mc Kee to the Tavern did go And all were assembled there Bar the bride …