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This little house beside the road Now screened by fir trees tall Was home to T K Whitaker A famous man withal I met him twice, a gracious man He showed me round his place With mammy and Sarah in the mix We viewed this house of grace For this is old Glencullen school WhereContinue reading “Glencullen School”

When you’ve lost your wife And she is young And you are old Then life is done Then along comes a child Son of your son And he is young And you are young again And life is fun Brian Fahy 15 July 2017

What can heal us when we hurt? What can make us well? How restore the happy heart? Can you can you tell? Expressiveness seems very good Pouring out your soul Letting flow the pent up flood Letting torment roll And reception by another Listening carefully Helps the healing process run Brings back sanity Words wellContinue reading “Healing life’s hurts”

Of all the ones she was the one I thought she was the best In looks and voice and lovely eyes Far, far above the rest She stole my heart I fell for her I loved her from the start If free to love I’d love her true She really had my heart Linda RonstadtContinue reading “A Long, long time”

We’re here to help heal suffering And that makes life worthwhile To find the joy in living Though it takes us many a mile And Sheila Hancock made me smile She’s eighty-four you know She climbed a mountain for a film And she really knows the score The things that mean the most to herContinue reading “The Way to Go”

On seeing a photograph by P J Ruddy Last night I saw the lake again A glimpse as darkness fell And seeing fell in love again With a spot I know so well The blanket bog the sky still bright The setting sun ablaze And a sliver of water in the night That has hauntedContinue reading “Sunset in the Glen”

A summer’s morning standing in the glen Sunshine warm and here a clucking hen All around low hills in sunshine laze This is my kingdom joy of childhood days Beyond a meadow I see a mountain tall Blue black against blue sky commanding all Some days a cap of cloud upon its head A wispContinue reading “Slievemore”

You’re a very good daddy I told him My son last night to his face I saw how his sons interacted Playing all over the place He’s there night and day At their caring He talks to them laughs with them Plays He carries them about when not sleeping Each day they live under hisContinue reading “A Good Dad”

Daddy was sitting in his chair The telly on the girls were there When suddenly appears upon the screen A gentleman with quiffy hair Leather gear a sexy stare And daddy thinks this is a man I’ve seen He asks the girls with quizzical voice If he has made the accurate choice Is that ElvisContinue reading “Gone to Malta”

Champion of liberty and justice I was not evicted from my home I was not forced to leave the farm I did not do factory work at 9 I did not at 11 lose an arm I did not hear vitriol from the crowd Hatred for my self and for my race I did notContinue reading “Michael Davitt (1846 – 1906)”

A group of soldiers standing round Under a Libyan sky Lunchtime break and mess tins Chatting by and by Suddenly a Stuka Droning out the blue Nosedives from the azure Heading straight for you Machine gun blast And scattered men Flattened in the sands German pilot lifts away Only one man stands My father BrianContinue reading “Stuka”

Eagle Island off the Erris coast A storm lashed rock even at the best of times Supplied by local men and their proud boast To keep the light protecting in harsh climes And Scotchport quiet inlet from the sea A rock protected basin from the deep Where boats put out supplies there for the lightContinue reading “The Coast Is Clear”

My dad, retired miner went up Tyldesley I’ll have a pint he thought, in Skennin’ Bobs Welcome Traveller really but it’s nicknamed After a squint-eyed chap who’d got that job He sat up at the bar and got real comfy When there came in a chap as black as coal His skin so shiny itContinue reading “Black Humour”

My cousin Ray is seriously ill A thoughtful silence broods inside of me He is my ‘brother’ We know each other well We watch and wait to see how things will be The day my father had to leave his home He sat and shook his head and sadly sighed Nothing mum could do theContinue reading “The End Of Days”

I thought I’d stumbled Inside The Quiet Man That cottage White O’ Morn Beside the stream This cottage by the Moy Four walls a fire A Cailleach settle bed A very dream Old couple named Devaney Made us welcome Michael and Maria was the name They used to live in Manchester one time Until aContinue reading “A Cottage near Straide”