Éire’s Eye

Living in Ireland

You see

Means so much to me

Neighbours are always there

They show that they really care

Even when times are hard

The lending hand is held out

Interesting things can happen

Curtain twitching random shouts

No matter what we have been through

We sail on in our canoe

We ride the tides of hard

We fly our flag with pride

No matter where you go there’s a smile

A welcome even if your only here for a while

A little island it may be

But the people in it

Make it you see

We have travelled all over the world

We have set up countries that we did mould

We drink the beer

We know when to stay clear

Family is the most vital part of our lives

Looking after the children and the wife

Jobs are no where to be seen

Education is our only resource

That is slowly been torn away at the seams

We have our voice

We use it well

We are great story tellers

A tale we can tell

We have our heritage

It goes back in time

We never forget those who freed us

Giving us a good life

We have beautiful landscape

Quality hospitality

We are the smiling Irish

A bheith ar mian leat a bheith

Ceiliúradh a dhéanamh ar do thír

Hand to Mouth

Peaking heads of green

Looking up between

The vast long fields

Showing off your shields

Throwing back colour

Of green and yellow

Farmers rushing on

To save their crop and farm

Looking on at rain

Can be their fighting game

While at times they welcome it

Other times it can be their firing spit

Water logged fields

Watching it all die away

Machines not able to rescue

The crops that have been damaged so far

Helping themselves is all they can do

Selling whats left

To the shops and public too

Rushing at a race

Baking at a pace

In Late July early August

The machines will convoy the roads

Loading up the corn of crops

Hay bales are their loads

Children will enjoy playing in them

Growing up remembering making houses out of them

Eagerly wanting to help the farmers out

We would stand in trailers

As the corn sieved through a rather large spout

The roads would rumble

With the traffic on it

Hazy weather

We just gazed on at it

But this year has

Been so wet

Their wares would bring them upset

As their struggle to make ends meet

Sheltering their tired feet

So when buying food

Give a care of how it gets there

For a weary tired broken farmer

Of how much work he put into it

With all his fight

All of his care 

Little Helpers

Little elves

They help themselves

To share all my wares

Not even giving a thought

To who owns these left over

Which they must have seen as spares

Waking up to a mess

It got me in a muddle

Then what did I end up stepping in

Only a huge water puddle

Spilled all over the floor

Shouting out oh

What more

What has happened

Where did come from

I only know where I begun

So as I start to tell a story

Don’t forget to keep up

With me

I left to go out for a few hrs

Before I left

I remember asking for help

Knowing I had so much to do

And only myself to finish the work

Thinking I was going out of my mind

Going berserk

So I locked the door

And left all as it was

Returning to it

With a fresh mind

I done it because

No one else was there to clean up

This mess

Finishing it all

Gave me quiet a conquest

Closing my eyes

And then waking up to this

Oh wanting to run away

Its always hit and miss

So I decided this is just what I will do

Maybe a super cleaning fairy

Will do all she can do

Not in my wildest dreams could it be done

On returning the little elves

Had hovered from top to bottom

Dusted and washed the entire place

Oh I was surprised

The look on my face

I left a little note

I thanked them for their work

After all it was their mess

That had made me go berserk

After all that they had done

Wanting to walk and then run

Happiness filled my heart

Until the next time they had fun

   

Tales of Yesterday

As the rivers run fast

So did our young hearts

Full of energy

Full of memories

Waking up early to earn

A few pound

On our bikes

Rolling up to the fields of red

Back then

Catching a break

When ever we could

Back on the saddle

Climbing hills

Free wheeling through trees of wood

As our shadows played along

Sometimes in front of us

What ever way the sun did shine

Pulling along the wheels of our bikes

Starving hunger knocking on mothers door

Please fill us before we fall to the floor

Resting for awhile

Before heading for a wash

In the local river

It was ours not a bit posh

We would swim for hours on end

Telling stories around a camp fire

Cooking food hung

From a clothes hanger

Like a thin wire

Throwing on some more firewood

Watching the flames getting higher

Indians and chieftains

Dancing to his dance

He had us all in his grace

He had us in a trance

The man of the camp

He told us stories of old

As we warmed our tired bodies

Around the ring of mould

Shivering had left us

We ran the cold away

As we turned down for the night

And said good night for today

And done the same the next day

Shield of Life

Troubled skies

Colours of darkness

Hiding the suns light

Shielding her knife

Protective shield

Was her mask in her hand

Bats filled the moon

Shadows of them flew

Blowing of haziness

Of moon light glow

Bursting fumes of black

Mixed with purple and red

Rushing through the thinning line

Hurting like a bleeding heart

As lingering eyes

Peeped out

From the waters edge

Rustling of lurking hedge

Her shawl covering her

Heavy shoulders

As she walked along

She disappeared away

He suddenly then realised

She was not there anymore

He tried to hold onto her

What ever way he could

But her light was taken away

He was holding onto

Nothing at all

Only an image that all

Living in hallways

Walking through empty stalls

A slight whisper in his ear

A single slight breeze

Hurting clouds pulled

Back their curtains

Making room for his

New emotions

His tears that followed

Her foot prints in the sand

Walking in her shoes

Never wanting to let go of her hand

She was gone now

But somehow would always be there

He knew this now

As her mask was now taken away

Hand of Faith

As a hand of faith

Opens out to you

Hold it with kindness

Try to see it through

Let it in

Embrace what it means

Holding on to the meaning

Of what you have seen gleaming

While others let go

You’re so keen to show

That you’re willing to give it your all

Not wanting to let go

Not wanting to fall

Hear you shout out

Hear your call

Catch me

Save me now

While some will be there for you

Others will turn away

It might not be today

It may have been yesterday

Soldier on

Don’t shy away

You are your own person

You can fight your own fight

Free now

As a spirit

Gliding through

Cloudless skies

No more pain

No more grey skies

Freedom is there

Walk a mile in your own shoes

While others stare on

Just like before

Except now

You are carrying yourself with confidence

Off in to the sunset

Off to your own paradise

In to a place you haven’t been yet

Blank Mind

Lifting life the pages

Words never seem to be coming to her

Not one idea

It had seemed she had not had one in ages

Drifting off into a sleep

No not a single idea

Not a single peep

Oh what to do

As her eyes stared out through

The coffee shop

She had almost given up

No more room for another cup

Just then a group of working men

Caught her eye

Distracting her empty call

Pulling out what she had hidden within

Suddenly filled with ideas

She never knew ever existed

Flying off the pages

Her pen barely able to keep up

Sweat filled her body

Unable to keep going on

As they threw off their wears

Clothes barely hanging on

Rushing her ideas down

Almost scraping the paper that was so thin

As her final sentence finally came together

Jotted down thoughts followed

As her last cup of coffee she did swallow