Stories & Poems

Stories & Poems
The Slopes of Finnaghy I tilled my fathers gardens in the springtime of my life I had to harrow what he ploughed and his horses for to drive With a rein hung on my shoulders one horse looked back to see If ‘twas safe for me to cultivate the slopes of Finnaghy. Behind a team of horses my father had great skill He sowed and reaped the harvest for farmers in the hills To thistle thorn we paid no heed ‘twas picturesque to see As he made the sheafs while cutting corn on the slopes of Finnaghy. ‘Twas in the school at Coolderry when a youth my dad did shine He shared good books with another youth destined to be sublime After fifty years they met again in nineteen fifty three When that world famous churchman returned to Borrisoleigh. In my dreams I saw a reaping goat in the dyke down memory lane A spear and jackson crowning knife that caused us much back pain A horse drawn mower engine my tearful eyes did see ‘Twas used to power the mowing bar on the slopes of Finnaghy. When Woods Pierce Doyle and Bamford made their dream machines And Case had built a thresher and an engine powered by steam Harrison McGregor had a major part to play And the trusted horseface shovel still working every day. I’ve dried my tears and realised ne’er them times will come again John Deere have left the Waterloo boy sitting in a drain To see the modern tractors doing fifty mile an hour The working horse lost at great cost to tractor super power. All Irelands gallant farmers you are legends of the land God only knew what you went through your industry to expand ‘Twas horses now ‘tis tractors what ever next will be An aeroplane dropping robots on the slopes of Finnaghy. By Patrick Oliver O’Halloran. The Ragg, Air to Dear Old Barney Hill. My Leyland Leopard Truck I drove an old Leyland Leopard with rust she was peppard By the Suirside down Thurles way She was one of a fleet on the road hauling beet That big cat would be purring all day. Her suspension and engine are well worth a mention I bought her in Cork by the Lee She had many balled tyres, leaking cab and loose wires And I drove her all over tax free. With fifteen tons of beet I joined the long fleet By the factory out in Ballycurrane Through the weigh bridge wash in and the weigh out again With pulp for Mountview Barnane. An hour to unload I was back on the road Bound for Nenagh via Borrisoleigh With its great golden valley winding road lovely scenery How ‘simply terrific’ to see. A corned beef dinner to me was a winner I eat it out on the high way I’d eat a big tin sure glutton’s no sin With fag butts I’d fill the ash tray. Sugar import beet export and beet haulage transport T’was me and my Leopard’s down fall We parted best friends on a hill hairpin bend Coming down the Curlew mountains great falls. What a loss to beet growers they were the seed sowers Sugar factory workers and all Only in memory lane our four factory’s remain Many Happy New Years to you all. By Patrick Oliver O’Halloran. Inch. Beautiful Ireland The beautiful handicraft is haunting my dreams Adorning our country's bright colourful scenes City town country village stone wall hedge rowan tree Combining with nature where ever you'll be Restaurants street furniture both tidy and neat Where tourists and locals each other do greet And the great hanging baskets of colourful flowers Dangling oe’r sidewalks midst copperbeech bows To slumber neath sunshades on riverside seats Where silence is golden in the soft summer breeze Or to climb with the pilgrim through heather sweet thyme Up high rocky mountains to icons divine Whilst touring the country by road and rail train Take a little time out of life's busy fast lane Look out your side window great scenic to view And sip a small sup of the old mountain dew If you'd like to meet leprechauns ghosts or banshees I can put you in touch with the great seanchai They live in the mountains by brooks braes and streams Where they sell bottled folklore from off licence shibeens! 'Tis in field of legends and Croke's field of dreams We watch soccer rugby and GAA games Domestic and wildlife everywhere you can see Round the picturesque homesteads of this great country Many great world leaders behind our Taoiseach did stand In his successful search for peace in Ireland The pages of history great names will unfold Of who sat round the table for the green white and gold. by Patrick O'Halloran. Inch. Old Battery Wireless & Michàel O’Hehir You followers of football and hurlings fast play That old battery wireless was a gem in its day Then Radio Eireann would announce oe’r the air They were handing us over to Michàel O’Hehir The roar of excitement as O’Hehir set the scene The Artane boys band came oe’r like a dream He hoped we could hear him at home and elsewhere The old wireless brought poetry from Michàel O’Hehir From all over Ireland and Croke Park sublime O’Hehir gave his listeners a real thrilling time Round that old battery wireless seated on sugàn chairs We captured the spirit of Michàel O’Hehir Nineteen forty seven in New Yorks polo grounds Cavan beat Kerry to win the All-Ireland crown What great Gaelic football described oe’r the air Via that old battery wireless by Michàel O’Hehir In the GAA birthplace where the river Suir flow The famed Semple Stadium saw the greats come and go When we charged the wet battery and bought a dry spare We were then every ready for Michàel O’Hehir O’Hehir you sent greetings far over the blue To Chicago, Melbourne and Montreal too We now send you greetings best wishes so rare Farewell battery wireless and Michàel O’Hehir By Patrick Oliver O’Halloran
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