The Years Creep Up
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!!!
No Water at Saint Enda’s Holy Well
I stopped at St Enda’s Holy Well in Bearna, to find no water there. As I sat down beside it, I pondered …
To Visit A Strangers Grave
I walk in town to which confined For nine more weeks I bring to mind The graves I would visit today Of …
To Find Peace
I lived by a roaring river, Then beside a tumbling stream, Then beside a placid canal, Thought to live beside the sea …
Year of Graves and Waves
2018 was the year for graves and waves – we lost two members of the Tullamore Rhymers, and my little boat brought me from Killaloe to Lanesbo
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 …
The Church Of The Quill
Im not a great one for churches, unless visiting ruined ones! But I worship God in my own way… another of the …
After Touring St. Mels Cathederal
Where the fire burned… its smell intimately familiar One statue survived, mere damage and dust of smoke Pictured on the walls: the …
Long Walk in Edenmore Bog
Walking the bog in Longford brought this reflection on life to mind – a rare nonrhyming poem from me! Walking the long …
Stations of the Cross While Walking Home From Work on Good Friday Morning
A reflection on Good Friday, contrition, the death of Christ, the arrogance and sins of the church, the current hope of lasting …
That Most Important Prayer
That most important prayer: That most forget to say – That is said by folk of all faiths At any time of …
To Live In Hearts
“To live in hearts we leave behind is to not die” – Thomas Campbell To live in hearts we leave behind It …
Flight of Mad Sweeney
He flies over where the Devil could not walk Singing his mournful song of despair The places he has been and all …
Mankind and His Pets Are the Same
The cat wanders where it will The time and its prey to fill When of it and you its had it fill …
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 …
Words Written While Listening to Moonlight Sonata
As if the gods were striking the strings The air the piano plays And I listening am transported Back to former slower …