Beal na Bla
Now I have it
Nothing to do with flowers
But the ‘opening to the good land’
Where farmers can use their powers
And here it was they killed him
A bullet to the head
Michael Collins great man
Now alas he’s dead
He opened up for Ireland
A way for to be free
Not the north a problem there
But a freedom to be free
But hearts are dearly wedded
To dreams that cannot be
And Irishman fought Irishman
A sorrow gra mo chroi
And Michael stays forever young
A hero in the land
The Big Fellow right enough
Today was your last stand
You did not grow old
Like Dev he did grow old
Age never wearied you
And the years did not condemn
But when the sun goes down
And when the morning comes
We remember you
We remember you
Brian Fahy
22 August 2022
Erris Poetry 