Wellington, Nelson # Streedagh Strand.

To hear the sweet calls
Of bittern and mallard
Tea on the moon
God’s limestone bollards
The lime tree walk
In St. Stephen’s green
Where bullets once whizzed
In nineteen sixteen
I was offered a Guinness
This wet July day
I entered a shop
That’s decent I’ll say
The fabulous monuments
Of old Dublin Town
Most are still standing
Some have come down
The Duke’s one has lasted
He’s at home here say some
Not like poor Nelson
Who met kingdom come
The souls of brave Spaniards
Fly o’er Streedagh strand
Iberian footprints
Still sunk in the sand
Stacks of new hay
In fields up in Latton
My mother’s grandmother
Grey ridges she flattened.

I’ll be back…Slánte .

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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