What’s life about the years and months go by

Or would you tell him that it may be trueYour statement though seemingly outrageous some credence is due.Many adults believe in a heaven and a hellThough that’s something that parents to their children tellTo scare their naughty children saying you naughty girl and boyAn afterlife of heaven you never will enjoy.What your political leaders tell…

Like a true soldier under fire back in nineteen sixteenIn his twenty eight year and perhaps his better days he had not seen.He had his rendezvous with death that he had written aboutAnd though his value as a poet will never be in doubt‘Twould seem to me he was more value alive than giving his…

On a journey that ends up in Youghal where it flows into the Atlantic seaThough I now live far from the old home fields they live on in my memory.Back there in the old fields of Millstreet I day dreamed of fortune and fameI knew every bird in the backyard and by their song them…

The man has never done you wrong and yet you put him downAnd doubtless if you had your way you’d run him out of town.What right have you to judge the man he’s guilty of no crimeHe’s never been before a judge or in jail house spent timeHe’s never done anybody wrong nor beat his…

He worked for the Singletons Jerry and BillJack Murphy from Inchaleigh by Clara hill.A pipe smoking fellow quite spoken and shyHe was past his prime when I was a young boyHe told me he never spent much time in schoolBut the Jack I remember was nobody’s fool.The Jack I remember had hair silver grayA sturdy…

And fog o’er the forest a blanket of grayAnd darkening rain clouds more showers on the way.The currawongs calling the dark birds of rainAnd into the station roars the city bound trainAnd cars on the highway racing to and froAnd down the high woodlands the chilly winds blow.At 7 a.m. and the temperatures lowAnd it’s…