Idle Thoughts While Walking in Sligo
There is little in lapping waves here where I walk, And mountains tall loom over houses, Neath a grey sky that fortells …
Gates to the Gods
Gates to the gods, the people flocks, To worship at the waters pure, To leave tokens, offerings there… Take home some water …
As They Lay Him Down
As they lay him down… Madiba… Let them not forget, Forgiveness, what he though them, For hatred, now subdued, can yet, Tear …
Words Written at the Door of the Robin Gill Cottage
Today, none fear death, bar those that flee, From the aim of a hunters gun, Mere deer, who shadows make among the …
The Bodhran and the Goat
The neighbors met in each others houses, to visit for a while Every house had its turn for maybe five or so …
Old Clonbroney
This is a ghost story told to me by my mother, from her grandparents, either Kiernans Mill or Treacys. The roadway mentioned …
The Hungry Grass
A shiver runs up my spine As stories I recall Of people dead in times gone by I was told of when …
Dead Souls And Black Dogs
The little old lady had lived for long, She was great of age And the time was coming along For her to …
Reaction and Reflection on Rebellion Re-enactment in Ballinamuck
Was it to be remembered that they took the sword Under the banner of green, the Oath and the Word, Against overwhelming …
On Boycotting the Sean Mac Eoin Statue Unveiling
I thought of it, attending… The unveiling, the Taoiseachs speech, About a hero we have in common, Who across the divide does …
Drovers No More Walk These Roads
Drovers, with their cattle herds, To market coming, stick in hand, Guiding their charges with swear words With a sure, and yet …
He Lost Her That He Desired
He lost her, that he desired, A love that was not to be, Her… she married another, That she loved more, though …
The Wrecking of Ballinamuck
In the years before the Famine, Greedy Lord Lorton, God damn the nyeuck* For the love of money and hatred of man …
Farewell the Sun, We Meet on the Morning
Farewell to the sun, we meet in the morning When warmth again it shall the earth Creatures all shall seek solace in …
The Exodus
Exodus – The Leaving I From fields we came where often blood was shed Of men from France, a land so far …
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 …
King Congal’s Grief
Congal, the proud king, his wife a prince bore Alas, in giving to her son his life She lost hers, tragic the …
I Have Not Seen What My Father Saw
I have seen not what my father saw I have not ploughed the land Or made a ruin into a home With …
No More the Hammer Strikes the Anvil
No more the hammer strikes the anvil As the blacksmith discussed the news With the clients from the country As he hammered …