The Water Gently Flows
Where once a torrent in the rain The water gently flows… All the moods and weathers of life That a river or …
Where once a torrent in the rain The water gently flows… All the moods and weathers of life That a river or …
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!!!
An old couple of a dateless age,Over sixty, under ninety, somewhere between:Out for their daily walk with their two little dogs,Theirs strolls …
Inspired by quotes from John Connell, author of “The Running Book”, who said to see our way through troubles including COVID19, we must never forget the beauty in life.
I lived by a roaring river, Then beside a tumbling stream, Then beside a placid canal, Thought to live beside the sea …
Life, in all its complexeties is like a carpet weaved, except its pattern is not as predictable…
Brown grey, the streets meander Over waters seeking sea I walking, amble aimless As if anywhere else to be Would be as …
The experiences shared by those now gone The opinions with which you may not agree Showed another’s path whose wisdom they share …
As I await my bus, I and the others, next to us The bus pulls in from whose windows faces Blank at …
I was clearing up the cottage to put in new floors, when I noticed among the stones and grass clumps a little …
Pass by, By Boat, By foot… You and I. I wrote this for the LOVE ON THE ROCKS – DUBLIN facebook group, …
The Mayfly swarm a few times a year depending on the species, however its from their time of emergence in may they …
Musings in verse on the current issues of consent, and the Ulster Rugby scandal. The Scots Law judgement of “Not Proven” would …
A rather melancholic reflection I remember while walking last year at Annagh Lake. Life indeed tames us all… or am I just …
This verse I wrote some years back when living in Tullamore, hearing loud music and meeting an old disapproving couple that I …
The crazed vanities of man Who cannot see all are the same Thinks the other the source of his ill That he …
One tenth of all – the parsons share From cows in pasture to poultry flock From grain blowing in the breeze To …
We are never as pure as when before we are born, when we truly are faultless, but again, he who walks through …
The donkey of the whip was tired Bringing its cart and load from A to B A way out of its horrific …
There went out the question from one who was not yet there About the month of September and the Banagher Horse Fair …