Sacred Ground

Back Clare Street is where it stands today, the Wild Geese is the name of the bar Where good people get together at night, for entertainment and a good old jar It was one of my few visits home and old friends shaking hands all night With stories galore being told, until the dimming of the lights It was then that I remembered, what was here before they sold beer When I was really a youngster, we played snooker and billiards, right here I went outside to look and confirm, that my memory was still quite sound Then faces and names took over my head, I was standing on sacred ground There was many a prank, set up in there and it was always done in a funny way But one prank I recall, outside this door, when Jer Sarsfield was caught in disarray There was an argument at the billiard table and Jer was in the midst of the brawl Until three of the guys he was arguing with, pulled him out into the hall They pulled off his shoes and socks, as well as his Sunday’s long pants Then pushed him outside the door, he answered with self thought rants Boys didn’t wear briefs or shorts, we didn’t know about things like that What do you do when your pants is gone and your shirt wouldn’t reach your lap It just happened in early afternoon, when workers came home for lunch Girls on bikes trying to get a good look, crashed into each other in a bunch Now to end this bit about the Sacred Ground, something that I never knew This was the site of a learning place, remembered by a very few I became quite attached to this site; I wouldn’t normally, as a rule This Bar was once called Broderick’s, where my dad had attended school. Michael Christopher Daly April15, 2008