Poem

WJ Cooper series
No 9 Clare Sonnet

Away I must fly to sweet county Clare
Where cliffs form a wall ‘gainst thunderous seas
Old suns red as blood pastelling the air
With Dromoland’s birds all singing for me
Oh bold Killaloe where halliards clink
Whilst giant oaks muse by great Béal Ború
One gallant Armada destined to sink
Mermaids were shedding their tears in the blue
Fresh fruits from the brine entice Ballyvaughan
As Burren’s fine jewels colour the scene
Notes from the piper at Milltown at dawn
Songs of old Ireland and wearing of green
Memories like clouds o’er Doolin pass by
Thoughts of the Banner bring tears to my eyes.

Tom Clancy.

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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