He died in an accident that seems sad to say

Walking on the Millstreet to Killarney road with your sister MargaretI still have not forgotten ‘that memory with me yet’.I was told that’s Kitty Cronin ‘the World is at her feet’The pride of all Duhallow and the Darling of MillstreetAnd you were scarcely twenty then and at the threshold of your primeBut that was thirty…

And in the World of Literature he has built his nameAnd give the poet John credit for he has earned his fame.By the Poesy Goddess he must have been blessedFor he writes with a passion like a man possessed,A fair go for all people John McGrath embraceIt’s there in all of his verses without seeing…

Overlooking the quiet streets of the Village the silence one might say almost profoundAnd when the kookaburras have done with their laughter silence and darkness covers the high ground.A sort of scene a poet might find inspiring the street lights glow in the Village Main StreetIn the late Fall a month before the Winter when…

And Shanaknuck for his passing the poorer his equals not seen every dayHe is now with the departed of Millstreet and his bones at rest forever lay.It can be said of Denny Murphy that he would help you if he couldOne of a generous Nature in him there was so much goodOur Seasons are not…

From Countries such as Britain, Canada, Australia and the U S AFor to be with their families on their Christmas holidays.In pubs around Duhallow they will drink dark stout and beerAnd talk about the good times and farewell the old yearAnd toast the year 2004 and sing For Auld Lang SyneAnd to Jack a pint…

And your nervous system it is in a messAnd at the slightest worry you easily stress.Then you are not that very different to meIn every little task a huge challenge I seeAnd though we all have some challenge to face every dayWe all look at life in a different way.Have you ever felt your achievements…