SOME CALL HER MOTHER (revised)

Some call her Mother. The Mistress of this land

Her body hidden haunts wild places for man

Whose calloused raw hands worked nippled

Cairns to stand proud on mountains

Hunted, fought bloodily among heathered tresses

Ploughed deeply her fertile plains to feed

Warrior lords, foreign, crippled with greed.

In Her a sea smooth cave, that once sheltered Fintan.

Crabs with dead mens fingers, sought a womb watery grave.

To rebirth rebellion - Freedom and the marrow

Of Her Favour!

She walks still this land breathing out love and inspiration

To those who seek justice for all of her people.

© MRL 1/2/16

last 2 lines added

You Will Be Missed

Michael Hall  R.I.P.
5th August 1950 - 23rd November 2015

We who knew him,
Knew him not well;
Not as a husband,
Nor as a Father;
Or a Grandfather
We knew him not as those.

We knew him
As a Friend,
A Comrade,
A Stalwart,
A Republican,
A Generous Gentle Giant
With a warm ready smile.
Mick Hall
You will be missed.

© MRL Nov 2015

Paris est Forte

   

                                      City of Love grieves - Mourns

                                      Lovers laid low - Killed.

                                      By wanton terrorists

                                      Without reprieve - Wounded

                                      Our hearts bleed - Tears

                                      Paris is Strong

                                      

                                      History tells of - Warfare

                                      Invader, a Nazi - Neighbour

                                      Black boots in - Boulevards

                                      Ruled savagely - Executed

                                      Resistance & removed Jews.

                                             Paris is Strong !

                      

                                           © MRL 14th Nov 2015