I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARDTHIS SUMMERS DAY IN AUGUST THE TWELFT OF AUGUST I WAS THINKING OF NOTHING CLEARING MY CLUTTERED MIND I LISTEN TO A ROBIN SINGING HIDING ITS WINGS IN A BRANCH OVERHEAD A PIGEON CLAPS ITS WINGS IN APPRECIATION I LIFT MYSELF SAY A PRAYER THEN STROLL BACK TO MY FIGURES… Continue reading I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD
MY STEPFATHER’S MANTRA
TIP YOUR HAT TO A DOCTOR AND A PRIEST IGNORE THE REST THE DOCTOR WILL BRING YOU TO HEALTH THE PRIEST WILL BRING YOU TO HEAVEN
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I REMEMBER THE DAFFODILS
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A ROBIN HIDES ITS WINGS
A ROBIN HIDES ITS WINGS BUT NOT ITS SONG
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DEATH OF THE DUTCH ELM
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TO KATE
I OPEN MYSELF WHEN YOU ARE THERE IN THE MIDST OOF OUR HAPPENINGS THE ARMOUR OF OUTSIDE FADES AWAY I AM WITH YOU IN MY ELEMENT FOR ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED IS NOW NO MORE AND I AAM WITH YOU IN OUR FUTURE
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Watership Down- Murdering Rabbits At Beggers End we met them That cold day in November Hunting cattle on the road After the fair in Naas Out from the trees they came Struggling on the road Large heads and eyes closed Rotting carcasses smelling everywhere We killed them with our sticks One blow and… Continue reading
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I HAVE A GIFT OF ONE I have a gift Of one To be alone with sounds Trees lassoing tides A bag drumming in a hedge A crow mimicking a jackdaw A thrush learning a new tune A stair lazing on the bridge One with the Being of One Alone in the multiples of… Continue reading
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EARLY SPRING
EARLY SPRING Daffodils are a month early A summer fragrance invades my senses The elders are pushing A young bee practices on a dandelion Buttercups everywhere Chestnuts make green fists Everything seems forward A robin chants its Lenten message on a stump To ease my concerns.
