It’s Christmas Time Again
It’s Christmas time againOn Grafton Street Watching the people go up and down,Always in a rush. Me, huddled in a doorway—my home,Box at my side,My faithful dog Juno nearby,Covered by…
It’s Christmas time againOn Grafton Street Watching the people go up and down,Always in a rush. Me, huddled in a doorway—my home,Box at my side,My faithful dog Juno nearby,Covered by…
I see her now Smiling up at me On the beach in Salthill Wide eyed and staring Don’t swim out too far She says wisely Always swim towards the shore…
I had my first cigarette At the age of twelve In the summer of 67 I felt sick and unwell And said to my mother This could be the last…
Roll up, roll up, my friends To the magical mystery cinema swirl show Ten years can you believe Growing stronger every year The magic of film…
I see them walk And stroll slowly Up and down the promenade Of Puerto Del Carmen The elderly couples Shuffle along in pairs Slowly…
It’s the simple things That make us tick Memories of Christmas past Childhood dream Not the presents really More the experiences The excitement of Christmas Eve Dad home from the…
Dear children, gather around A long time ago When I was a child Back in the 1960’s Television was black and white We watched a weekly show “Once Upon A…
I dream of the days. We drove out west. Into County Clare. Along the flaggy shore. Kilrush and Kilkee. And Lahinch too. Nights spent in Doolin. Camping under the starry…
Ah yes, lune of '72. This time of year, immediately after the Whit Weekend means only one thing for secondary school students — yes, the dreaded Leaving Cert is about…
Pictured in the distance Often seen in the Newspapers Visions of long hot summers Yellow paint fading a bit Long years of sun and sea The heat of Salthill Swimmers…