Joseph Healy Poet Free verse

Tollymore Swifts

Ní dheanfaidh me dearmad go deo,
 An nóimead sin, a Wendy.

Oíche fuar, dorcha, bronnach a bhi ann,

Agus an teach plodaithe le daoine.
Chuala buaile ag an doras agus 

B'oscailte é,
Sa halla beag,
Agus iontach dorcha taobh amuigh den doras é.

Dearfadh,
Ta duine eigin duit ag an doras, a dhaidi...

Chonaic me Dan,
Bainisteoir Tollymore Swifts,
Agus cara da chuid.

Bhuel, a Dan,
Tar isteach mo cara.

Lasadh an solas,
Taobh amuigh den teach,
Agus bainneadh geit asam

Chonaic mé Dan, 
Agus a chara, agus 

A lan fear eile,
Chor a bheith 20 fir, agus 

Iad ar fad, foireann 
Tollymore Swifts,

Le cheile Wendy,
Túsa 
A fheiceal,
Tusa
A mhólladh agus

Ni dheanfaidh me dearmad go deo,
An nóimead sin, a Wendy.

Go raibh míle maith agaibh,
Tollymore Swifts.

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