On The Passing Of Catherine Desmond

Sad news can bring back good memories of the past

Though on looking back the years time seems to have gone fast

Catherine Desmond in Mullachrua in Cullen had dies quite suddenly

As is said of death it can come unexpectedly

One of the lovely daughters of Catherine and Denis Desmond of Liscahane Millstreet Town

A beautiful young woman with hair of brown

But going back the Seasons this seems long ago

And is said of time it becomes everyone's foe

Catherine as a young person looked attractive and bright

One of the young people then that i knew by sight

The Desmonds of Liscahane were well liked and well known

One can say of them that they were Millstreet's own

Her death to her siblings and nieces and nephews a very sad loss

But as is said of life it comes with many a cross

In all who knew Catherine good memories of her will remain

Of one they will not see in the flesh again

By Cashman's Hill in St Mary's Cemetery in Millstreet Town her last remains lay

A kilometre from where she first looked on the lamp of day

Eventually for all of us from life a final release

And as is said of the deceased may Catherine rest in peace.

On White Winged Trillers

The male black and white bird in breeding plumage white winged triller has a pleasant song

To the cuckoo shrike family they are known to belong

Out of breeding Season the male a  brownish gray

The female in her grayish plumage all year does stay

In small nest of twigs and lichen bound with spider webs on fork of branch of tree

That from the ground is not hard to see

The female lay blotched bluish eggs of two though sometimes three

They are birds that are not seen regularly

Sometimes in last year's nest of a peewee

They lay their eggs and raise their family

They eat insects they find on the trees and on the ground

And chase bees and flies as they fly around

Birds i know of but do not see every day

So much to know of Nature one only can say.

On Nature

On every leaf of every tree

The beauty that Nature creates one does see

The best things in life it is true they are free

Though many with this would choose to disagree

Nature her beauty with everyone does share

And no other beauty with her's can compare

In her there is so much for one to admire

And those who love her of singing her praises never seem to tire

That we never stop learning does seem true to say

And of Nature we learn something new every day

And the more we do learn the more we come to realize

That we do know so little this not a surprise

It is all around you and ity is all around me

In Nature no shortage of beauty to see.