I walk the streets where we played in bare feet
echo's of childhood, with the sun giving heat
I wonder if the pavement, can tell it is me
If so,doe's it remember my happy memory
I walk the streets, holding back a tear
My head bowed down, somewhat in fear
Is the house still there, where I was born?
Is it now a factory, filled with corn?
I walk the streets and around each bend
Recognizing houses of many an old friend
Twenty one years, where I started each day
'Mid a dear, dear family, until I went away
Suddenly that street, the house still there
Not a soul around but somethings in the air
It seems I hear voices, so familiar to me
Eyes seeing pictures, filled with happiness and glee
I didn't knock, or ring the bell on that door
As our family just, wasn't there anymore
Jan19th, 2007
Thursday, January 03, 2008
"AH" , Mushrooms"
It was morning, the fields would be covered with dew
Six O’clock no less, I could only find one shoe
I was dazed, body in tune with my head
As I sat there, legs dangling over the bed
We agreed to meet at this Godly hour, it’s true
Here I was looking around for that fecken lost shoe
Cyril was knocking outside, that was a terrible blunder
Because at this bewitching hour, it sounded more like thunder
Looking down from my window I whispered ”SHUSH”
“Don’t knock again”and “What’s the big rush”
“Be down in a minute, I’m just getting out of the bed”
must not forget the pillowcase , it’s under my brothers head
I tiptoed back from the window to get that pillowcase
There it was nestled , under my brothers face
To wake him now would make matters worse
The shoe is still missing and I’m about to curse
Just then the Bolster came into view
On the floor near the dresser; surely that will do
Get rid of the feathers, turn it inside out
To fill it with mushrooms, that’s what its all about
Out in the hallway I opened the string
No feathers at all, were in this old thing
Old jackets , an overcoat with buttons too
And there in a shirt is my other old shoe
So down the stairs and through the front door
Setting our sights on the Shannon's shore
Up Lelia place, past “Farrell’s Sweet Shop”
Beyond O'Neill’s yard, with nary a stop
The Barrel Yard quiet, too early for work
My brothers had sold the feathers to Feathery Burke
I’m quite sure now, Mom and Dad didn’t know
Their sons found a way, to make some extra dough
Beyond the Nuns Field lay, Mick Madden’s thatched home
Further up a race track, where grey hounds did roam
At the Canal banks end, the Shannon River
Where many’s the salmon made the waters quiver
At last to the fields where the mushrooms grew
With the empty bolster that had hidden my shoe
It took three hours to fill it and we walked a long way
But we’d have mushrooms at breakfast for many a day
To end a great morning, we went for a swim
At the second bridge we just dove right in
The mushrooms we hid’ beneath straw in the field
Sure no one would know what the straw could yield
We dried off in the sun, it didn’t take long
Then saw the tossed straw, the mushrooms were gone
We did not cry, but we had broken hearts
And we wished that whoever ate them
Would turn into “Sheep Farts”
Michael Christopher Daly
Dec . 13, 2002
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Six O’clock no less, I could only find one shoe
I was dazed, body in tune with my head
As I sat there, legs dangling over the bed
We agreed to meet at this Godly hour, it’s true
Here I was looking around for that fecken lost shoe
Cyril was knocking outside, that was a terrible blunder
Because at this bewitching hour, it sounded more like thunder
Looking down from my window I whispered ”SHUSH”
“Don’t knock again”and “What’s the big rush”
“Be down in a minute, I’m just getting out of the bed”
must not forget the pillowcase , it’s under my brothers head
I tiptoed back from the window to get that pillowcase
There it was nestled , under my brothers face
To wake him now would make matters worse
The shoe is still missing and I’m about to curse
Just then the Bolster came into view
On the floor near the dresser; surely that will do
Get rid of the feathers, turn it inside out
To fill it with mushrooms, that’s what its all about
Out in the hallway I opened the string
No feathers at all, were in this old thing
Old jackets , an overcoat with buttons too
And there in a shirt is my other old shoe
So down the stairs and through the front door
Setting our sights on the Shannon's shore
Up Lelia place, past “Farrell’s Sweet Shop”
Beyond O'Neill’s yard, with nary a stop
The Barrel Yard quiet, too early for work
My brothers had sold the feathers to Feathery Burke
I’m quite sure now, Mom and Dad didn’t know
Their sons found a way, to make some extra dough
Beyond the Nuns Field lay, Mick Madden’s thatched home
Further up a race track, where grey hounds did roam
At the Canal banks end, the Shannon River
Where many’s the salmon made the waters quiver
At last to the fields where the mushrooms grew
With the empty bolster that had hidden my shoe
It took three hours to fill it and we walked a long way
But we’d have mushrooms at breakfast for many a day
To end a great morning, we went for a swim
At the second bridge we just dove right in
The mushrooms we hid’ beneath straw in the field
Sure no one would know what the straw could yield
We dried off in the sun, it didn’t take long
Then saw the tossed straw, the mushrooms were gone
We did not cry, but we had broken hearts
And we wished that whoever ate them
Would turn into “Sheep Farts”
Michael Christopher Daly
Dec . 13, 2002
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