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Mother Earth

Oh man what are you doing?
To our lovely Mother Earth
Polluting her streams and rivers
Giving green technology a wide berth

Spraying our crops with cancer causing
Chemicals to make them grow
Then we turn around and say
We must find a cure don’t you know

Then we must eat organic
I tell you there’s no such thing
Because our rain is full of toxins
That to the Earth doth bring

Our lush green grass is watered
By this chemical cocktail
Our animals they then eat it
And are contaminated head to tail

It’s too late now for organic
The damage it is done
The Ozone is depleted
Leaving us vulnerable to the Sun

But we must try to stall it
This path to certain death
And take care of our Planet
Our lovely Mother Earth

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Double Vision

When I look into the mirror
What on earth do my eyes see
I can see an old man staring
At a young man that is me

How I wish that this reflection
Was not so truthful and so bold
In my mind I still play marbles
But my reflection says I’m old

Where have those busy years gone
That consisted of my life
Seems like only yesterday dear
When you first became my wife

Quickly now the evening shadow
Has fallen over youthful face
I surrender to my plight now
And grow older with some grace

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Waterfall

Across the bridge and through the Glen
Past Mill on right, wheel stopped again
Trees are leaning on the slope
That they stay up that is my hope
Till I am past and on my way
Past bracken brown and grass like hay
There in the distance, silver and tall
Musically cascading the waterfall
I sit on rock and watch flow
That carved its way eons ago
And watered foliage in the Glen
Powered Mill wheel, stopped again
Through some unseen broken part
Deep in the Mills great grinding heart
Still onward flows the falls emission
Tween banks of green with people fishing
Till estuary at last gives way
To open sea where fish can play
And wind the moisture can lift high
To form great rain clouds in the sky
To feed the spring, that feeds the tall
Musically cascading waterfall

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Hope Stick

I drop a stick down from the bridge
Into the waters far below
It carries my hopes with it
To see how far my stick will go

I am hoping it will travel far
And bounce upon the eddies
Missing all those obstacles
Going straight and fast and steady

I hope the bends to navigate
In the middle of the flow
To get caught by vegetation 
Means there’s nowhere left to go

My stick has now bobbed out of sight
In the sunlight’s bright reflection
I hope to see it soon again
Still going in the right direction

Not all my hopes on this stick rest
Because that would be silly
I have another in my hand
To throw into the Swilly      
( Swilly is a river in Donegal  Ireland )

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Homesick

From the Faughan river valley
To Binevenaghs mighty brow
I love these roads to travel
Wish I could tread them now

To in an instant be propelled
Landing on that grassy slope
That overlooks Magilligan strand
Would be my greatest hope

To take the road to Donnybrewer
And walk down by the Foyle
To see the fields of Kerrs Pinks
Where my father used to toil

To listen to the Corncrake call
As it hides in the long hay
How many happy times were spent
Trying to glimpse her on my way

When you’ve walked up Kilnappy brae
You’ll hear your legs complain
Saying don’t you ever try to
Bring us up this way again

The walking up can wear us out
But when we turn around
The view that lays before us
Will never fail to us astound

The beauty of the patchwork quilt
Of fields enclosed with stone
The distant hills of Donegal
That was my parents’ home

I miss not just the countryside
My family I miss dear
Many times I’ve spent just wishing
I was there or they were here

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Suncream

Walk in the sunshine Sweetheart
Feel it warm up your clothes
Close your eyes and picture you
With sun cream on your nose
On some idyllic island
With feet on golden sand
And someone special close to you
Holding your soft hand
And once that image is in there
It will never go away
You only have to close your eyes
To make the rain clouds stay at bay

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Opening Time

I gaze across this land so green 
With wonder and delight 
I pause a moment and I think 
When's opening time tonight 

I'll just pop in and have a pint 
And maybe if I see 
A friend or two at the bar 
Sure that would make it three 

Then I would have to buy one back 
So that would make it four 
It won’t be very long now 
'Till I'm lying on the floor 

And sure that’s not a bad thing 
It saves the legs you know 
From all that standing at the bar 
Until it's time to go 

And if I lie here long enough 
That too would be fine 
I'll be first in the queue tomorrow 
Ready for opening time

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The Fog

The fog hugged tight the street lamp light
Like two lovers in a country lane
To be outdoors on such a night
It makes your eyes to strain

To try to make out ghostly shapes
Of flitting furtive figures
It seems beneath the fog hugged light
These figures just seem bigger

The horn sounds out from river boat
Like an elephant about to charge
Its eerie tone warns other boats
Here comes the long coal barge

How far the sound it travels
On the foggy evening air
The dampness fills our nostrils
And forms a layer upon our hair

The cars proceed with caution
While pedestrians weave to and fro
Dancing almost as they walk
In the lamp lights eerie glow

Then as quickly as it had arrived
The dense fog sets us free
And once again our straining eyes
Can now quite clearly see

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Daffodil

Sound your trumpet loud oh Daffodil
So all around can hear
Cover green with golden quilt
To show that spring is here

Fill our hearts with hopes of Sun
To warm us to our core
Enrich our lives with petals gold
Heralding spring with winter o’er

Your golden flutes play to our hearts
As we gaze upon your spread
Slowly swaying in the wind 
In reverence your bowed head

We too our heads we need to bow
And thank Him for our sight
To look upon you Daffodil
Is to remind us of His might

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Last Journey

The little Church was crammed full
When my brother left this plane
A kilted piper piped him in
Then piped him out again

Abide with me it skirled out
Bringing lumps to lots of throats
And many cheeks were watered
From eyes that looked like moats

Lips with teeth were bitten
To keep the sobbing locked inside
But even with this action
Our pain we could not hide

The faces they were saddened
From the loss of one so dear
Eyes from empty hollows stared
Nothing now was very clear

Today my brother left us
For a better place to dwell
And it won’t be a long time
Till we all join him as well

To once more be a family
Like we were once before
Laughing joking telling stories
No need to worry anymore