Sleeping, I, I did not see the dancing sun,
That my grandfather claimed each Easter to see,
That is what you miss in life,
When you lie till near noon, like me!
The sun danced, the old folk believed,
Because Jesus from the dead was risen…
Sloth being the sin I’m guilty of,
I hope I am forgiven.
So why do I, from these modern days,
Seek to rise and see the morning sun…
When piseogs, the beliefs of those now gone,
To be forgotten wholesale, it has begun.
It joins us with the world before,
Or so think I, maybe being a fool, I do
As someday I will be one gone before
Of those who remember I am one of the few.
In Aughagreagh, my grandfather rose each Easter morning
To see the sun whirl and dance in the sky.
As it was believed by his generation that it did,
Of it my father told to my brother and I.
Maybe next year, should I be good,
Try and wake before, to greet the dawn:
I shall see, if the weather is as good as today,
If the Easter Sun dances while I yawn.