An Emotion

An Emotion I’m strolling along the Canal Bank, by the River of my memories. There is nobody here to see me, as I go back to early nineteen fifties. Many changes have taken place, since the time that I’m recalling. And the width of the river has narrowed, ever since the tugs stopped hauling. I want to be here by myself, all alone, with no detractions. Mother Nature can surround me, with all her mystical attractions. It is here I found the scent in the air, to be at it’s very sweetest. It is here the birds sing a happy refrain while building their nest the neatest It is here, beneath quiet waters, the fish play hide and seek. It is here the boys and girls meet, it is a place in loves technique. The river Shannon has many canals, as she makes her way to the ocean. But this one here in Limericks City, has earned all of my emotion. Michael Christopher Daly Dec.25, 2008

It's Never Too LateSnow at Christmas Time

Snow at Christmas Time Snow at Christmas time just ends the season right Looking out the window is just a wonderful sight The Christmas tree stretches up to its greatest height And a fire in the hearth, adds warmth throughout the night Outside, the snow flakes trickle their way down Trying to find a resting place, somewhere in town They bring a smile to ones face, while ridding a frown And magically clings on, like a glowing gown One must watch in silence, what is happening outside Pull the children around you, with their eyes opened wide Looking up toward the heavens for Santa’s sleigh ride Hoping he is bringing presents to where they abide Nearly everything is perfect at this time of the year Yet remembering friends who passed on with a tear They come into our thoughts without bringing a fear And a smile and a prayer to those we hold dear The blanket of white is now spread all around Anyone out there is mostly homebound Love is everywhere just waiting to be found Like the snow it has arrived without making a sound. Michael Christopher Daly Dec.20, 2008

Snow At ChristmasSnow at Christmas Time

Snow at Christmas Time Snow at Christmas time just ends the season right Looking out the window is just a wonderful sight The Christmas tree stretches up to its greatest height And a fire in the hearth, adds warmth throughout the night Outside, the snow flakes trickle their way down Trying to find a resting place, somewhere in town They bring a smile to ones face, while ridding a frown And magically clings on, like a glowing gown One must watch in silence, what is happening outside Pull the children around you, with their eyes opened wide Looking up toward the heavens for Santa’s sleigh ride Hoping he is bringing presents to where they abide Nearly everything is perfect at this time of the year Yet remembering friends who passed on with a tear They come into our thoughts without bringing a fear And a smile and a prayer to those we hold dear The blanket of white is now spread all around Anyone out there is mostly homebound Love is everywhere just waiting to be found Like the snow it has arrived without making a sound. Michael Christopher Daly Dec.20, 2008

The Car Mor

The Car Mor The nineteen fifties saw me arriving In New York the Car Mor was my savior after work On 207th street in the Inwood part of the City lay this Irish bar that was never really pretty It didn’t need to be as it was strictly a mans bar a little rough and tumble if you went too far But for most, it helped to get rid of ups and downs and changed heavy problems to just nagging frowns There were characters galore, mostly from the auld sod one sticks out in my memory and deserves my head nod His name was Mike Carmody, a carpenter by trade he didn’t get along with work, he preferred to read in the shade During sing song times he would close his eyes and push his head back as if looking at the skies The songs he chose were sad and quite long so one night we all left the bar in the middle of his song He was given it his all as we stole out the front door it was something that could happen, only in the Car Mor From the street outside we looked in at Carmody holding our sides laughing at this wonderful comedy As his song came toward the end with his arms stretched high we roared with more laughter as he opened one eye Realizing what had happened he began to rage and shout he quickly closed the front door and locked us all out Next he went inside the counter and from the top shelf took a bottle of Jamison’s and poured for himself We could not get back in, as he held the key while pouring from the bottle looking at us with glee The bartenders red face and the language from is mouth could be heard for miles through the north and south The police arrived, someone gave them a call they thought it was murder, until they heard it all They got through a window in the back of the bar and carried out Carmody to their police car The crowd took the blame as Mike slumped on the seat they carried him home and he fell asleep Michael Christopher Daly Dec.13, 2008

We Must Tell Her

We Must Tell Her Take me through your lovely meadows Take me through your fields of corn Let me rest awhile, upon your haystacks Let me taste and greet your morn Let me see your ocean waters Let me hear them lap, on your sandy shore, Let the sun break through night’s darkness Bringing morning to us once more Truth is we take it all for granted We expect to see it when we awake And if it rains instead of sunshine We blame her for the mistake Time keeps flashing by so quickly There is so little time to share We must thank old Mother Nature We must tell her that we care Michael Christopher Daly Dec. 9, 2008