Usain Bolt # Lady Lavery
The fastest sprint runner
The world’s ever seen
Swift Usain Bolt
Caught covid nineteen
Where are the gold dafs
That bloomed in the Spring?
They now sleep in peace
‘Til their waking bell rings
Plumes of white spray
Gates on the Vartry
Brehon laws penned
My own Chiefs of Dartry
Legions of Gaels
Lie in their graves
Rosscarbery weeps
Across the white waves
A young lady fair
An Irish pound note
John Lavery’s eye
Deft strokes to coat
Down by the mill pond
Where crocuses bloom
The last rose of summer
Enters my room
It’s time to move on
No more to tarry
A voice on the breeze
Queen Margaret Barry.
Chow for now…Sláinte.
