Out for a Walk at Ballybrit
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 …
Walk at Lough Annagh Remembered
A rather melancholic reflection I remember while walking last year at Annagh Lake. Life indeed tames us all… or am I just …
I Have Seen Both Sides of Life
Another of my reflective poems, as I look back on life, more serious than “Once Upon a Time in Ballinasloe“: more along …
Staring Down Forty
“Forty years from now, there wont be a word about us” ~ John Carty (dad) It is but three hours from now …
Portrait of the Poet as a Not So Young Man
In slow distaste I fold my towel with what grace I can, Not young, and not renewable, but man ~ Thomas Kinsella …
Give to Me an Angry Sea
Give to me an angry sea When I am old, not strong like now And at my happiest I will be Should …
When Aged, Who Will Hold Her Hand?
When aged, who will hold her hand, Remember joys and woes, And who will hold mine when aged am I, As life …