The Famine Cross
At the back of St Josephs Hospital in Longford, there is the local famine graveyard. This poem is dedicated to those interred …
At the back of St Josephs Hospital in Longford, there is the local famine graveyard. This poem is dedicated to those interred …
By Mac and O the rhyme does go An Irishman can be known Through this rhyme and a little time The truth …
“Thats 1798 thinking” ~ Longford phrase meaning its an old fashioned notion and idealist, unlike modern reality To think like we did, …
Some sculptor scoundrel, storytellers and the sort Have slandered by folk, questioned our worth Made our reputation dirt, who in the church …
Where the fire burned… its smell intimately familiar One statue survived, mere damage and dust of smoke Pictured on the walls: the …
“Was it for this the Wild Geese fled?” Poor Irish – how lucky are we In these modern times, in our land …
There went out the question from one who was not yet there About the month of September and the Banagher Horse Fair …
Based on a folk take of the Carty (as Carthy should be spelled!!!) family, told to the Irish Folklore Commission, Eileen’s great …
Some folk are brave and more are not To ask the good folk for what they seek Those spirit folk we called …
Its spoke no more on boggy field By peasants who live under roofs of thatch Who smoke piped tobacco and drink buttermilk …
As the Orange Day celebrations passed off without much incident in the North of Ireland, an unprecedented event happened “in Connaught” as …
The victory of the Jobstown protesters against the false imprisonment of Joan Burton gives hope that there still is justice for the …
The black swan still swims on the Claddagh, showing example to our people as times of heightened tensions have seen attacks on …
Enda Kenny is set to retire as I speak as Fine Gael leader, and as prime minister when a replacement is found, …
Cairns of stone, for our dead Hilltops adorned Prayed to and turned to Communicate with the spirits Crosses of stone and iron, …
It being Easter Sunday, At the dawn, will the sun dance? Should the clouds chance to be clear This year to see …
A reflection on Good Friday, contrition, the death of Christ, the arrogance and sins of the church, the current hope of lasting …
When the dusk falls on a winters evening Pealing is heard the Angelous bell The old man blesses himself who is leaning …
That Ireland that he dreamed of For which so many died Was to be the nightmare we now think of From which …
They are dancing tonight, the fine women Loud is the music, beyond thinking They are out upon the mountain Vodka, by the …