‘Seven Days in May’ © Joe Canning 2019. All Rights Reserved.

‘Seven Days in May’© Joe Canning 2019. All Rights Reserved. The Stonebreakers’ yard is a cold and chilling place,Where brave men stood bar one to watch their final dawn.Where the sad whispering priest guided their souls to Paradise. Letters of despair, of farewell, of pride, of patriotism.Fond farewells, of weepings, of love, of “remember me”.Final […]

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‘The Box in The Corner’© Joe Canning 2019. All Rights Reserved.

‘The Box in The Corner’ © Joe Canning 2019. All Rights Reserved.   Joe Canning ‘ A look at Ireland in verse’   Psst! Psst! Psst! went their whispering lips As they knelt in their frayed laddered stockings, No tittling, no tattling, just Rosary beads rattling, Most tired from long miles of walking.   Waiting […]

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‘Cardboard Box’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Cardboard Box’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. It came to me from her wardrobe. A small cardboard box. A bequeathing when she left for a better place. Like a magnet, it invited me to invade a long guarded privacy. A faded label portrayed an ankle and a fine buckled shoe. Two pounds nineteen […]

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‘Wee Divvils’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Wee Divvils’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. Oh the happy days we had as children in the fields. catapults and bows and arrows, bold Apache braves. Robbing neighbours orchards, stealing apples, plums, felt the force of farmer’s leather belt upon our bums. We couldn’t tell our fathers we’d been punished for our sins, […]

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‘Bringing Grandma Home’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Bringing Grandma Home’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. My grandad was a Scotsman born in 1888, A journeyman that cut and split the sharp grey quarry slate. Working for a pittance from the early break of day, to fulfil the lovers promise that he made. My granny was an Irish girl, a child […]

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‘The House With Forty Chimneys’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘The House With Forty Chimneys’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. “Come sit ye here beside me lad and ‘list to what I say. Be thankful for the gifts you have, be glad you wake each day. Count the blessings that you have, Your love, your life, your home, consider those that wake each […]

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‘Homesick’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Homesick’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. I have seen the wonders of the world. Sailed on seven seas. Stood where Spartacus once stood, read history in Thebes. Seen Pantheon and Parthenon The Coliseum and Rome, but how these sights they are surpassed when e’er I think of home. I think of grey dark […]

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‘If I Had But Sixpence’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘If I Had But Sixpence’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. Within that tattered shawl a craving face. Alone, orphaned on a Galway quayside. Huddled, crouched on a cold harbour floor. Where once there was a beauty, a wasting soul. Beside her, a bag of sparse possessions. A weakling child begging for subsistence. “If […]

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‘Where Once My Grandma Prayed’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Where Once My Grandma Prayed’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. I ask myself Just how on Earth did my kinfolk survive? Where once two struggling parents raised their family of nine. Resisted leaving homeland to cross an ocean-wide, for promises of riches to a new world and new life. Where played five boys […]

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‘Tread Softly Travelling Stranger’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved.

‘Tread Softly Travelling Stranger’ © Joe Canning 2015. All Rights Reserved. Peaceful was the morning and calm the soothing breeze, All was well within me as I rambled at my ease. Warming was the sunlight beam that filtered through the bough, a spotlight on the fallen rustling leaves. I chanced upon a ragged man in […]

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