The Knutty Knitters Klub (long version) Oh the craíc is mighty, down at the Knutty Knitters Klub There’s more fun to be had, than down in the pub Down at the local hall, from eight till late Leave all your worries and cares at the gate And enjoy yourself, every Monday night You can […]Read more "The Knutty Knitters Klub."
We seek him here and seek him there We look to find him everywhere From the highest peak where grey clouds weep To the vast canyons, so dark and deep We search in churches and temples of stone In crowded chapels, or sitting quietly alone Some look in a book for words of wisdom […]Read more "Searching for God."
. Happy Birthday Dad, it’s been awhile I miss your frown, your laughter, your smile I’ll just sit for a moment by your grave side And deal with the emotions I’ve tried to hide It’s been awhile since we have spoken My heart still hurts, I’m still heartbroken Where do I begin, where do […]Read more "Happy Birthday Dad, it’s been Awhile."
The Simplest Thing. It’s a wet and windy, winter’s day Outside, the trees dance and sway Like restless ghosts in the wind and rain Raindrops rage against the window pane Then slowly slide and trickle down ‘til They come to rest on the windowsill The glowering light catches each raindrop Like a string of […]Read more "The Simplest Thing"
Time to Change that Keg. I drain my glass, the very last drop A faint of trace of cream still clings to the top A good pint, I think I’ll have another A wise man once told me – I think it was my brother That you should always drink an even number It […]Read more "Time to Change that Keg."
The Last Post (Office) – A Lament for Rural Ireland. Decades of service year after year But they shrug their shoulders, they don’t really care Our pleas and petitions have fallen on deaf ears They will not listen to our anguish and fears Those suits in Dublin, those number crunchers Balance and spreadsheets, figures […]Read more "The Last Post(Office) – A Lament for Rural Ireland."
Ode to Oscar He is gone now, my faithful friend I held him close to the very end He is now beyond any sorrow or pain My walking companion through sunshine and rain Through storms and sullen clouds of grey To blue skies on a midsummer’s day On misty mornings down by the river […]Read more "Ode to Oscar"