Where Man Is No Master
Where man has not touched, is in its own way today a corner of Eden…
Awaiting the Eclipse
I wont be at Tara as planned for the eclipse later on this morning, but in Renmore due to a typical case …
When the Sun Is A Weathercaster
Half set, the sun, at death of day Fills the sky with the red of blood The colour of life of a …
Swans on the Grand Canal at Tullamore
For all that’s wrong in the world, what to worry of we choose Ebola, and Al-Qaeda, all the nonsense in the news …
Address to my Feathered Friend
When growing up in Banagher, the Willie Wagtail was one of my favourite birds. They nested regular in our garden and yard, …
And None Had Passed That Way Before
And none had passed that way before At least not for a while And for the walker these trees and fences Prove …
Just Doing Our Job
The most farcical part of the attempted shut down of Banagher fair, was when John Boy Dolan got cautioned for selling HENS… …
A Tale of Two Wolves
The Germans a story tell American natives tell one like it as well Of two wolves that in us dwell In each …
A Horse Is a Horse
A horse is a horse and a man is a man And neither can be the other And each can survive but …
The Sleeping Sentry
The dog sleeping on the doorstep Keeps the cats away For they cant enter while hes there And upon the couches play. …
Tenalach
Tenalach – what makes us one with nature: Alleged, is an Irish word: What makes us feel a part of it, As …
Be a Bard Like a Bird
Natures song is one of joy, Each singing birds a bard, He celebrates each and every day, Be it of ease or …
Walking by Swans at Lough Sallagh
As if applause, a clap clap clap Echos the evening air As I walk past spectators And yet, there’s no-one there. It …
To Walk in Nature Is to Say A Prayer
To walk in nature is to say a prayer, – though no words we utter It says more of thanks for Gods …
Cairn Hill – Stanzas from the Summit
I stood there upon the summit After a long hard climb Looked down upon the land below To rest I took my …
St Bridgets Lament
Were these wild wild winds Bridgets Lament? For the desecration of her native land Where for thirty pieces of silver sold Was …
Beauty Passed, and Yet Still Beautiful
Beauty passed, and yet still beautiful, Walls crumble, slaves to time, build long ago The rhubarb that once here grew I ate, …
To Be, Or Not To Be A Bee
What a horrid life it seems to me, To be the drone, a male bee, Who lives for love and lust alone …
Dont Curse The Rain
Don’t curse the rain as it falls, Strives to spoil your walk, Rather, thankful for it let you be, When of the …
There Are No More Horses Here
Once horses trotted ambled and gamboled As children in rags so plain Begged for pennies and bread In sunshine and in rain …