Monday, June 13, 2022

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.

Wednesday, June 1, 2022

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.

Wednesday, September 8, 2021

Honourable People

Honourable people others do trust
Since they are known to be honest and just
They never cheat and their bills they do pay
And they live their lives in an honourable way
They are the people who give to receive
On the workings of Karma they do believe
They have a good reputation to retain
And at the expense of others never seek gain
In their words they never put anyone down
And they are a credit to their side of the town
To their higher selves they live as true
Credit to them it is only their due
Shame on their family they never do bring
Honourable people always do the right thing.

Monday, January 29, 2018

We As The Migrants Of Millstreet

We are the migrants of Millstreet though from there we do live far away In the Town or the countryside near Clara we first looked on the lamp of day From there our dreams lured us to elsewhere we all have our dreams of renown And most of us a strong desire retain to grow old near or in Millstreet Town We as the Migrants of Millstreet visit the Millstreet web site every day The love of the old home parish until death with us will stay Some of those featured on the web site familiar faces and some their ancestors of we knew We thank them for our good memories of Millstreet and our good memories of Millstreet not in the few We as the migrants of Millstreet fond memories of there does retain And in our moments of nostalgia we visit the old Town again Millstreet is in our d n a to say differently it would be a lie The love of first home remains in us and will until the day we do die We as the migrants of Millstreet retain good memories of the days of old When in G A A parks in Duhallow and beyond we cheered on the men in green, white and gold The good old days we do remember in our moments of nostalgic tears Good memories do last a whole lifetime and they never age with the years In our old memories of Millstreet time for us seems to stand still Though the people we knew there are ageing in the Town and places near Clara Hill And some of them no longer living and as migrants from there we do live far away We retain fond memories of our first home though there we did not choose for to stay Millstreet the home of our younger years where our dreams in life were sown It is a place we feel proud of that we could never disown We only do have the memories of the what was to retain And often on our flights of fancy we visit Millstreet again.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

A Story Of Cocky And Jacky

Many centuries ago when only indigenous tribes lived there Australia was a Land mostly of trees and on the parts of the Country where trees didn't grow grew scutch grass, it was a Land abundant with wild animals and birds, millions upon millions of animals such as kangaroos, possums, wallabies, koalas, wombats, echidnas, platypus etc etc and beautiful birds such as cockatoos, rosellas, whipbirds, lyrebirds, bowerbirds, kookaburras, magpies, crows, fairy wrens, honeyeaters, robins and millions of huge flightless birds cassowaries and emus, The story that i am about to tell you concerns a sulphur crested cockatoo his name was Cocky, one very windy evening in late May Cocky did not leave with all of his friends as he usually did to return to their roosting place tall gum trees about a mile from the sea shore, he was very hungry so he decided to stay behind and eat some more seeds which he and the other cockatoos had been eating, it was nightfall as he flew towards the gum trees where his friends were, the power of the wind increased and Cocky felt himself blown out to sea panic seized his little heart and he squawked loudly for his friends to help him but of course his friends did not hear him as they were too far away, he struggled desperately for to fly against the wind but of course the wind blew too strong and exhausted he had to cease trying to fly against the wind and allow the gale to carry him further and further out to sea by dawn he felt very tired and he was miles from anywhere about mid morning the wind had subsided considerably and Cocky thought he saw what was land and he flew towards it but as he drew closer he found it was not land but a boat and Cocky had never before had seen a boat, He flew above the boat and looked down into it in the boat were people and Cocky did not trust people and although he was very tired he dared not land on the boat as he feared the people might kill him and though he felt exhausted he followed the boat all day until dark and then under the cover of darkness he flew into the boat unnoticed, he hid in the corner of the boat behind boxes and with his head tucked beneath his wing slept soundly until he was startled from his sleep by enveloping human hands, he squawked loudly and tried to struggle free, he even bit into the man's hands with his powerful beak but it was to no avail as the man was too strong and he could not struggle free, the man put Cocky in a box and gave him pieces of raw meat to eat which Cocky did not like but nevertheless eat as he was famished with the hunger, He spent days in the box on a diet of scraps of meat and water, from listening to the men talking amongst each other Cocky learned to speak a few words like hello and good day and one morning Cocky said hello to the man who had come to feed him and the man who had never before heard a bird talking was taken aback and he called out to all of his shipmates who immediately gathered around Cocky's prison a medium sized timber box with small timber door and four small holes which allowed air and light in but were too small for a bird the size of Cocky to escape through, Cocky said hello and good day to all of the men who could only watch on and listen in amazement the men immediately summoned their captain and leader who on hearing the bird talking came to the conclusion that they must have imprisoned some sort of a feathered god and the captain who was of a very suspicious nature feared that the keeping of such a creature in captivity could bring ill luck on himself and his men and his boat gave orders for the immediate release of Cocky who on being released squawked loudly and shouted hello and good day as he flew away, It felt strange for Cocky to again experience the freedom of the sky after having spent what seemed such a long term in captivity he flew westwards and had been flying for up to three hours when he saw in the distance what appeared to him to be land this time he hoped that he was right for if not and it turned out to be another boat he would prefer to die at sea than take the risk of again being taken captive, As he flew nearer he could see that it was cliffs he was approaching and he gave a sigh of relief as he neared the cliffs he thought he was again back home in Australia but Cocky was wrong as he flew over the cliffs and headed inland he realized that he was not back home in Australia but in some foreign Country, there was less trees than there had been in Australia and the trees looked completely different no gum trees but oak, beech, birch, hawthorn, ash etc etc trees he had never seen before and the grass seemed much greener than in Australia and there were cattle and sheep and horses creatures he had never seen before, He perched on a beech tree for to rest awhile a flock of strange birds perched on an oak tree about twenty meters away They were starlings and they took exception to the stranger in their midst they mobbed Cocky but he was able to fight them off there was plenty food for him to eat here and cocky enjoyed what was the first natural meal he had in what seemed ages to him. He flew further inland for at least another two hours and as it was now almost dark Cocky perched on a poplar tree in a wooded area where he rested for the night and as he slept with his head tucked beneath his wing he had a beautiful dream he dreamed that he was back again in Australia with his lovely wife Cresty and their son Sulphur and their pretty daughter Katoo, He was awakened by the sound of birdsong blackbirds and thrushes singing on trees nearby it was daybreak and Cocky was far from home in fact over twelve thousand miles, he was in Wales at the other side of the World, Cocky knew by the strange birds that lived in this strange Country that he must be a long way from home another difference was there seemed to be more human beings living here, he could see up to seven people walking down the valley within fifty meters of the tree he was on, already he had learned the hard lesson to stay clear of the human kind, though this seemed a nice area for Cocky to stay in with trees and open Country as well so he decided to settle here for awhile at least nevertheless he felt very lonely as he pined for his family and his friends back home and beside the local birds did not like him as to them he was a stranger and they treated him as such and they surely would have killed him had he been smaller but they feared his powerful beak and claws and though they taunted and threatened him that was as far as they went, He had been about a week in this valley when one morning a medium sized blackish gray bird that resembled a small crow flew up and perched on the same branch as he was on, Cocky braced himself for fight as he thought that this bird had come to challenge him but when he realized that this bird was of no threat to him he relaxed and in fact he found this bird to be very friendly and though she spoke in an accent similar to a crow her voice seemed softer and not as coarse the stranger introduced herself to Cocky and she told him that her name was Jacky and that she was from Ireland and that she like him was blown out to sea and this was how she came to Wales, Jacky could not join any group as she was an outsider and the other jackdaws let her know it so Cocky and Jacky had a lot in common they both were in a foreign Country though Cocky was many miles further from home and they both had no friends and they both felt very lonely as the days went by they became firm friends and Cocky and Jacky had no more need to feel lonely as they had each other.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

We Are All Co-dependent

That anyone is entirely independent why even pretend
On others in some way we always depend
The billionaire boss depends on his employees out of them his billions he has made
And out of the work that they do on him they depend to be paid
Despite what the majority do have to say
We are all co-dependent in some sort of a way
And though credit is not always given to where it is due
That to live we all depend on each other happens to be true
Though most others with what i say may not agree
We are all co-dependent it does seem to me
And whether you live in an Earthly Utopia or an Earthly Hell
No man is an island or no woman as well
And though many may disagree with what i do say
We are all co-dependent in some sort of a way.