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February 2015

Reflections on Freedom

This poem was written as for the PREDA Fundraiser for Fr. Shay Cullen in Open Heart House in Dublin back in 2011. …

Sleuthing for the German Reillys

ne of the tragic and most interesting things to come out of the Great War and the Second World War was the …

Little Lake, Big Dreams

The little lake, water lapping, little future Local lads, big dreams and ambitions Far away fields were greener than the stoney ones …

Heaven Taught Ploughman

“A heaven taught ploughman” – Henry McKenzie speaking of Robert Burns. He learned much with plough in field Beast snorting, as ever …

Unseen Flatmate

A verse on a mouse, in the tradition of Burns… He comes and goes – or is it she Who shares this …

We Are But Passing Through

History, crumbles, before our eyes And walking past, we wonder not Someday, for all that we are We too, like those who …

Visiting a Church at Vršac

This poem was written visiting Serbia for the first time nearly ten years ago now, if not more… It stands there like …

Give to Me a Bawdy and Loud Lady

Give to me a bawdy and loud lady One who dances, swears and sings Who loves my friends the more for their …