Poetry

Irish Poet Padraic Colum:
I heard about you in school.
as young aspirant 2 the word.
And now living on your street
saying mass in yr church,
whereas an old man,
you walked Edenvale Road upwards,
and sat over 2 d right
thinking?
' to Meath through the pastures'
Yes life is short,
' through Westmeath,
by the sea', of Galilee.
a drover of word of stock,
in verbum pastures.
Your cattle the lexicon,
America,nationalism,
and Colaiste Eanna
and now, all that..
And her majesty prays,
as ' she moves through
the fair', at Islandbridge.
Your wife, sister,gone to
those, and through those,
pastures.
past the Longford roundabout,
where your cattle drover might sit?
And my Longford blood
looks at the plaque,
' Here lived Padraic Colum'.
The oak of Yeats, shadowed
the moonlight of the Word,
cattle of country conversation,
theatrical man of letters,
'go my cattle and
me'. not forgotten,
now a hundred years on
the hidden sapling shadows the rest.
And i am back in Longford,
and at school in Curchtown,
And Brother Edwrds reads aloud,
' a great poet this Colum'.
Thinking of u @ beechwood.