- POSTED ON 17.09.2013
A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE
Put spurs on the foot of my coffin
Put my comfiest boots on my feet
Put my hat on to face down the future
Then ride out for my final meet
We'll take a last ride together
We'll get dust and tears in our eyes
We'll sleep out in the moonlight
And count our blessings under the skies
We'll share a last swig of whisky
We'll share the last beans from the pot
We'll all sing round dying embers
Until my last ride has to stop
- POSTED ON 12.09.2013
MY LAST ASSEMBLY
If this life has taught me anything
It's that I've been a student all my days
Learning from each interaction
Along the scholastic way
Now a place in the open universe awaits, and
The answer to the last question of the exam hall
Are my views on Religious Education
Still worth anything at all
So farewell to you and my verbosity
I now end with one of Charles Eliot's jots
'A good teacher is like eternity
He never knows where his influence stops'
Charles William Eliot (1834 - 1926)
- POSTED ON 04.09.2013
DO NOT BE AFRAID
The Liffey drowned in Irish tears
Guinness heads rose sober and bowed
The Blarney stone kissed our noble poet farewell
As the soil of Bellaghy stood welcoming and proud
In remembrance of Seamus Heaney, Poet
- POSTED ON 25.08.2013
GRANDPA’S LOST HIS GR
My grandpa has lost his gr
And gone to ‘andpa land
It’s where all the tired ‘andpas go
When they depart the family band
So now whenever I’m hurt
Or my troubles are too much for me
I remember sitting up on my grandpa’s knee
Safe within his grandpa zone
All in a little world of our own
With wisdom, patience, humour and guile
There’s nothing that couldn’t be sorted by grandpa’s smile
Boys will be boys
And men will be men
But only the best of them
End up as grandpas in the end
If you ever hear the roar of thunder
Late at night
Don’t hide under your duvet
Out of sight
Someone’s just left open
The ‘andpa land door
A herd of ‘andpas
Can’t half snore
- POSTED ON 22.08.2013
A SOLDIER – HIS PRAYER
Stay with me, God. The night is dark.
The night is cold: my little spark
Of courage dies. The night is long;
Be with me, God, and make me strong.
I love a game, I love a fight.
I hate the dark; I love the light.
I love my child; I love my wife.
I am no coward. I love life.
Life with its change of mood and shade.
I want to live. I’m not afraid.
But me and mine are hard to part;
Oh, unknown God, lift up my heart.
You stilled the waters at Dunkirk
And saved your servants. All your work
Is wonderful, dear God. You strode
Before us down that dreadful road.
We were alone, and hope had fled;
We loved our country and our dead,
And could not shame them; so we stayed
The course, and were not much afraid.
Dear God! that nightmare road! And then
That sea! We got there - we were men.
My eyes were blind, my feet were torn,
My soul sang like a bird at dawn!
I knew that death is but a door.
I knew what we were fighting for;
Peace for the kids, our brothers freed,
A kinder world, a cleaner breed.
I’m but the son my mother bore,
A simple man, and nothing more.
But - God of strength and gentleness
Be pleased to make me nothing less.
Help me, O God, when death is near
To mock the haggard face of fear,
That when I fall – if fall I must –
My soul may triumph in the dust.