Florence 1820.

A Nightingale sings
After two hundred years
Soldiers of God
On treacherous frontiers
The bright one’s cocooning
Beyond in the park
A true voice of freedom
A light in the dark
Just like Matt Talbot
We are in chains
We’re all at the mercy
Of medics with brains
The stench of dead heroes
Lying in the mud
Now poppies are blooming
In France for all good
Those in the trenches
Or on the frontline
Their names will be chiseled
In stone for all time
Bewley’s is closing
The word’s on the green
With Harry Clarke windows
The best ever seen
Ground coffee wafting
And muses you’d meet
Dublin’s own heaven
Along Grafton Street
A mother once nurtured
At dawn in Dundrum
Eavan the poet
The woman-the mum
Shannon keep flowing
Such things you have seen
From Famine to peace talks
To Covid 19.

I will arise and go now…..back soon!

About Tom Clancy, Poet, Folk Singer,

Tom Clancy, Poet. He is a renowned Irish folk musician, an aficionado of the tin whistle and the unique sounding, "Low Whistle". Well known as a Trad Folk Singer and International Rugby player, his poetry now speaks for itself, from the Hearth and the Heart. Facebook features more and more Poetry extracts as he nears the launch of his first book of poems. Tom is available as an after dinner speaker and entertainer, delivering the music and stories that form the soundtrack of his life.
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