Poem

WJ Cooper series

No16 Derry Sonnet

Glorious Derry where floweth the Foyle

As words from Bellaghy roll with each hill

Gold from the Broighter in crucibles boiled

Whilst calls from an bonnán came with good will

Russet leaves blowing through grand groves of oak

I bask in the warmth beside your great walls

Quilled ones and singers past times to evoke

Spirits of artists by wondrous Guildhall

Starlit is the lake where tides ebb and flow

Oh mighty Lough Neagh dear haven of eel

The Sperrins look down with wealth to bestow

Homebound turf cutters with donkey and creel

There’s no fairer tune the old Derry Air

God penned it one day, a melody rare.

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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