Lancashire Mining Museum at Astley Green
Where Is England?
England is a troubled land So many ills beset it A fair day’s pay for a fair day’s work Seems we haven’t met it Yet immigrants still seek our shores Land of hope and glory And wealthy folk still rule the roost This the land of Tory Lost an empire so we did Haven’t…
Assembly
They gathered in the Dail In Leinster House Representatives of Ireland gathered there And a returned Yank addressed them Spoke of Ireland And of his love for pure Irish air Great to see a nation come together Assembled in one place to hear a speech A willingness to share in echoed story Desire for…
Sunshine In Dublin
A brief stay in Belfast Where politics has shut down The fearful DUP Refuse to settle down So speak to young ones this time And wish them happy days Then off to the republic And to the welcome gaze Oh Ireland of the welcomes How dear you are today My heart is lifted to…
Going Home
It’s always ‘Welcome home’ Because of the going away Because sometime long ago People couldn’t stay American Wake they called it Leaving Paddy’s land Never to see the old folk more Gone at life’s command My father loved old Ireland The open road the breeze Elbow out the window Cigarette at ease Driving ever…
One Day
When the Troubles flared up in Ireland in1969 the Taoiseach, Jack Lynch, turned to his advisor, T K Whitaker for good counsel. Whitaker was on holiday in Connemara and was summoned to a phone. He spoke reassuringly to Lynch and followed up that phone call with a letter warning against the danger of appearing to…
A Great Man
I met him on the road in Glencullen- the greatest Irishman of the twentieth century. He was an old man then and standing outside the old schoolhouse where my mother went to school. That school had closed in 1970 and in 1972 it was bought, as a holiday home, by the man I met on…
Life Lessons
Emmaus Road Road of broken dreams Road of nightmares Crucifixion screams Our own hope had been… What will we do now? Go our separate ways Nothing’s what it seems Was it not ordained? The path of suffering Isn’t this the common tale? From life’s entering All is pain and grief and woe Not much…
Mary Magdalen
Blinded by grief she could not see Much less could she understand An empty tomb and what it means No sense could she command Except he’s gone I don’t know where Some one robbed the place Blinded by tears she turns to one But does not know the face And then she hears the…
Don’t Tell Tales
Matthew 28:8-15 Why would they steal a body? Tell me that And say he was alive if he was dead What mileage would they get from that? What purpose would it serve? Ridiculous the thought of it Are you right in the head! And all the joy they came into And all the…
Among The Rubble
Brought home from France A souvenir of war A crucifix found in rubble Where recently a church had stood A Christian home for Christian people there The finder was a padre in the forces A forager and collector of things lost And home he came to England and to Rutland And in a tiny…
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