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My poem

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  • 26-10-2001 11:52pm
    #1
    Sean
    Closed Accounts Posts: 104 ✭✭


    This is a poem i have wrote about Wolfe Tone

    Wake Of Wolfe Tone

    Here Our Worthy Brother lies;
    Wake not with Him with womens cries:
    Mourn the way that manhood ought;
    Sit in silent trance of thought

    Write His merits in your mind;
    Morals Pure and manners kind;
    In his head as on a hill,
    Virtue plac'd her citadel.

    Why Cut pff in palmy youth?
    Truth he spoke, and acted to truth.
    Country men UNITE, he cry'd,
    And Dy'd For what his saviour dy'd.

    God of mercy God of love
    Why is our land in the state it's in today?


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    klong
    Registered Users Posts: 1,381 ✭✭✭klong


    Here is my first, nervous attempt at poetry:

    30/10/01 "Sunday"

    Sunday sent me cycling.
    Enduring Mass followed by the newspaper
    Created in me an urge
    To do something, to go somewhere
    But where?

    I never thought about it really;
    Although I should have told them,
    I didn't.
    "I'll go where instinct says".
    To Whitecross so

    And a right
    Through deserted roads.
    " So where are all the people?"
    Not a match day
    But the bunting was still up.

    Yet in Dublin
    Sunday does not exist.
    Its not for me, a quasi-country lad.
    Their life is alien to me
    and it must remain thus so,
    For Sunday is for cycling, Mass
    And newspapers:
    No more.


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