The Sound of Bells

He walks through the park to the sound of the bells away from the madness and the city hell Ducks … Continue reading The Sound of Bells

Footsteps of the Past

The man he thinks of all he’s done sitting my the canal in the sun His mind does he cast … Continue reading Footsteps of the Past

Another month almost over another year passes by He hopes he’ll no more suffer his story is of one that … Continue reading A Week in a Month

This life tumbles and rumbles Throwing confusion and anger in the mix This life though has its moments true Happy … Continue reading This Life

*The following was an idea I had about a a young man in Ireland just as the First World War … Continue reading The Patriot – Part 1

*Inspired by my many visits to Kinsale in Ireland and the Spaniard pub where I did indeed see an old … Continue reading Old Smokey

Oh sweet Kinsale I dreamed of you yesterday In my heart you always are and on my mind you play … Continue reading Oh Sweet Kinsale

This country battered and torn In which I was born Ripped apart by all and asunder Daily life of filth … Continue reading Rise of the King

In this land of England I was born A country of political sheep and pawns Blood of Irish and Welsh … Continue reading English Born, Celtic Dragon

The sand soft under his feet Where the sea and land do meet Footprints swallowed by the sea At one … Continue reading The Beach