‘Silence Of The Stones’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved.

‘Silence Of The Stones’ © Joe Canning 2017. All Rights Reserved. Joe Canning ‘A look at Ireland in verse’ Oh what tales the stones could tell, Of Celtic men on mountain shelves, Of warrior, slave, of serf or early man. What would they say of those that lay, With warrior sword ‘neath Celtic clay, 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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‘An Opening of Eyes’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘An Opening of Eyes’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.   Sit a while and listen whilst a tale I tell ye all, Close thine eyes and picture well the scene. Let me take ye back to sad and distant times, To places like Mayo and Skibbereen.   Gaze across a barren field, see […]

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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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‘Patient Hero’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. 

‘Patient Hero’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.  I speak of Robert Emmet And the words he had to say Before the black hat sent him To an unknown place in clay The words that Gael and hero spoke To those that took his life, To those who broke the heart of Sarah. She […]

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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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