Duilliúr an Fhomhair
An autumnal leaf beautifully photographed by Eamon ÓMurchú
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BK Valetting in Convent Street
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An Achingly Sad Poem
I sincerely hope those days are gone but I know the poem will still resonate with many of you.
LOST SOULS
Kevin McManus
Sitting alone at the bar in Kilburn
Mid afternoon on a mid Summers day
Wearing a suit stained with blood, sweat and booze
Drinking the last of this months rent
He took the boat in 57
Leaving behind Mayo
Full of hope and fear
An address in his pocket
For a ganger and a start
Money for a week to tide him over
Sunday best on his back
New shoes squeezing his feet
No Irish need apply
Lodgings hard found
Working every hour god sent
Paid in the crown at the weekend
Missing home, laughs to hide the pain
Another from the top shelf
Saving for the summer holiday
Putting a little by
Back home for a week to the old sod
Buying pints for the lads
Bragging about the wages
Gold chains around the neck
Bought from a suitcase
When did you get home?
When are you going back?
Back to back breaking in blighty
Years passing on
Body getting tired
Drink taking hold
No money for the holidays
Or the funerals at home
Nights in the doss house
Sleeping on the rope
Days on the streets
Dreams of a long gone family
Passing away in the cold
(C) Kevin McManus
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Faction Fighting
Kevin Lane has written to us from New York.
Hi, I really enjoy your blog. It reminds me of my grandparents, my father and my own roots. As I get older this is more and more important to me.
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