Glendalough winter
Wicklow 6th December 2015 by/Tony Gorman
If you were a lady my love would be endless
For the scenes that you showed are engraved in my heart
Of mountains and rivers and silver sand sea shores
And the waves from tides that keeps us apart
But when I am with you I’m lost in your beauty
Of your ever green valley’s where stress has no place
That eases all pressures where St Kevin found solace
In a Glendalough retreat where he found peace and grace
And the trickling streams that flow down from your mountains
Sparkle and shine flowing over each shelf
Splashing below causing rainbows in sunshine
Reviving the spirit you feel in yourself
And to walk along the Murrough and view all its wildlife
Of wild flowers of all colours bringing butterflies and bees
And those Little Egrets stalking the banks of the Vartry
As they prey on the fish with the greatest of ease
Billy Byrne your local hero stands aloft there to greet all
In the market square of your vibrant town
And rebels like Billy who opposed the law there
Were locked in your gaol and to the gallows were shown
Down by the harbour there’s coming and going
Of boats of all sorts sailing out on the tide
Some focused on fishing and others on pleasure
And kids in their dinghy’s sailing out for a ride
So Wicklow your presence is deep in my mind
Since the visits I made to you back in the past
And hopefully I’ll see you sometime in the future
To astound me once more by the beauty you cast
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Wicklow is one of the most beautiful places in Ireland and has always been for a lot of us Dublin people.
I remember as a kid going to Bray with my parents for a day out, this was the equivalent of a holiday to us back then.
As a lad I fished Greystones beaches and loved the scenic rail journey along the coast to get there.
I spent last Christmas in Wicklow with some very special people and had a wonderful time and hope in 2016 I can return there again to relax in its inspiring beauty.
“Oh Yes” I remember it well 14th December 2015 by/Tony Gorman
Remember those days when we were young
And Christmas came our way
And the dreams of all our presents
Were delivered on a sleigh
And that jolly man who brought them
With his calls of ho- ho- ho
With his white beard and red outfit
He stole the Christmas show
How did he know my secret?
Of a toy garage and some cars
And the rocket ship I needed
For my imaginary trip to mars
He never even woke my dad
Tiptoeing across the floor
I was told he used the chimney
But I was sure he used the door
As our chimney was full of soot
And his clothes was always clean
And my mum left him some nice mince pies
For she was kind and never mean
And when we woke on Christmas morning
All the toys were there in place
My garage with some coloured cars
And my rocket to fly in space
Those innocent days have long gone now
And the grandchildren fill our shoes
They ask for phones and IPads
And princess dresses of yellows and blues
Now we sit back and watch it all
And raise a glass of wine or beer
Remembering all those days back then
That brought us Christmas cheer
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“Happy Christmas”
To everyone on the Fountain Resource Group site and to all my friends who visit the site to read my poems.
Thanks Tony
Nice festive poem to finish the year. Happy Christmas to you and yours and thanks for all your contributions throughout the year!