‘Gullion: Mountain of Steep Slopes’ © John A. Brennan 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Gullion: Mountain of Steep Slopes’ © John A. Brennan 2015. All Rights Reserved. They call me Gullion. I am old as time itself, older than the pre-dawn of life, forged in the crucible of a ring of fire, before man existed. Up here the air is pure and fresh and crisp as the frost of […]

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‘On Yonder Hillside Sloping’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘On Yonder Hillside Sloping’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.   On yonder hillside sloping, A fallen house I see, Where boiled the blackened saucepan, To peasant family feed.   Where once was baked the oaten scone, All dressed with fresh churned butter, Where once they prayed in grateful thanks For the tatties on […]

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‘Chatting to my Mother’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Chatting to my Mother’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.   Today I shook hands with my dad; in The fresh air, on the outside. For fourteen years he’s looked at me From across a visitor’s table.   Today I tasted a small gift of freedom. I walked with my sister outside the walls. […]

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‘Gobstoppers, Marbles and Conkers’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Gobstoppers, Marbles and Conkers’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.   Joe Canning ‘ A look at Ireland in verse’   Oh for the days when I ran in the fields, Through benweed and thistle on imaginary steed. With a broom for a horse trying to make it run fast, Shout “Giddy up there’! […]

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‘A Field Of Irish Daisies’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘A Field Of Irish Daisies’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. In a field of Irish daisies, On a calm Atlantic day, I held my love in soft embrace, And words of love did say. I heard her sigh and ask me why, Our day of love should pass, And in a whispered tender […]

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‘Undiscovered Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Undiscovered Souls’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.   In my mind’s eye I see them. Fleeing the accursed land of Érin. The rock roads where hundreds fell; Hunger, consumption and broken hearts.   Mothers, fathers, clawing at a destitute earth, Interring the lost fruits of her womb. A passing exodus, staring, crossing themselves. […]

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‘An Exoneration of Innocents’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. 

‘An Exoneration of Innocents’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. It was a moment that rewarded patience. A small man of poetry, a President; Respectful to his country’s victims. Scathing he, of the wrongs of zealots. When from a lectern, almost as tall, Addressed a room of baited hearts. Once hard hands now softened […]

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‘Kathleen Mc Manus’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Kathleen Mc Manus’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. Joe Canning ‘ A look at Ireland in verse’ Wandered did I with my knapsack, In the afternoon heat of the day, I’d some miles to go to reach Galway, My flute and my fiddle to play. I practised my reels by the roadside My […]

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‘Patriotic Thoughts’ © Joe Canning 2016. All Rights Reserved.

‘Patriotic Thoughts’ © Joe Canning 2016. All Rights Reserved. Ireland… Mother Ireland, I despair of those in power. Unfree… from that captured corner, thy children call. Shall… ye someday be rid of thy shackles? Yes. Never… will those that served thee be forgotten. Be… it another century of waiting, we will persist. At… all times […]

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