And God Created Spring
It was a cold January day and the frost it glistened all around
The cows were in the barn with the straw strewn on the ground
And outside a cheerful chirp of a robin in a tree
To tell all that winters here for everyone to see
Then February came and the rain it came as well
A deluge causing flooding from the rivers rising swell
And it soaked across the land causing havoc everywhere
As the river’s burst their banks leaving people in despair
But in March the scene it changed as the sun came out on high
Drying up all soggy fields to show that winters passing by
And the bees they buzzed about and the birds began to sing
And all hearts were filled with joy at the first signs seen of spring
Was it springtime that god created man and all the things on earth?
It had to be around this time to be the season of life’s birth
For the birds they build their nests and the bees come out to fly
And the little lambs are born and we never wonder why
“The Way it was”
As God looked down at the earth and wondered what to do
And set aside a time when loving feelings feel so true
He energised the months of March to May for nature to induce
The feelings in all little minds that in spring they should produce
And the seeds were promptly planted as the winter turned to spring
And the birds they started mating and their songs made woodland’s ring
And the bees they started buzzing as their queen woke from her sleep
And the ram he looked amorous as he mingled with the sheep
And the little sprigs of flower stems push up gently from the soil
And the birds they started nesting, weaving twigs into a coil
And the eggs they graced their nesting place in a hedgerow or a tree
And the margins down below is where the crocus grow free
And the small lambs started leaping and the chicks they peck the ground
And the farmer he is happy knowing that finally springs around
And God will look from heaven knowing all is right on earth
And he’ll be glad he picked the months of spring as the time for giving birth
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I love all seasons but I especially love Spring.
Ireland, Ireland, Together Standing Tall by/Tony Gorman 1st March 2015
Irish eyes were smiling with the English in despair
And the sounds around the Aviva was ringing in the air
Shoulder to shoulder we’ll answer Irelands call
And it was with true Irish courage that they made the English fall
With Saxton as our leader kicking penalties galore
And the tackles by his teammates leaving opponents bodies sore
And the supporters dressed in green singing the Fields of Athenry
And the cheering and the chanting that echoed off the sky
As Robbie Henshaw scored the try that brought the English to their knees
And even though they rallied we stood our ground with ease
It was Connor Murray’s box-kick that sent Henshaw on his way
To win the try to humiliate the opposition on the day
Joe Schmidt Irelands coach should be proud of all the team
As they fought like true warriors to present his ideal dream
And hopefully they’ll cement their names by their historic glories
And in the years to follow they’ll be part of folklore stories
But let’s applaud them for beating our adversary thought to be best
And for doing it with a lot of style filled with courage strength and zest
As they united all of Ireland and left us feeling proud
Singing Irelands Call together and in one voice we sang aloud
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May we wish Jamie Heaslip and all those who incurred any injuries a speedy recovery.
Many Thanks, to the coach Joe Schmidt and all his backroom staff and to all the team.
McGrath, Best, Bowe, Kearney, Murphy, Zebo, Moore, O’Brian, Toner, O’Mahony Ross, Sexton, Henshaw, O’ Connell, Payne
Long may you strike fear in your opposition and continue your winning ways.
Loved your poem Tony, it says everything that is wonderful about Spring.
The Joy of Fishing 28th May 2015 by/Tony Gorman
A sport of sport’s in the morning sun
Out at a lake reflecting all
The colour of the sky above
And listening to a skylark call
The robin with his begging ways
The fishermen that know him well
The distant sound that’s in the air
Of the ringing of an old church bell
The heron stalking in the reeds
The little voles swim to and fro
The swallows flying gracefully
The hawk that strikes his prey below
The cuckoo echoing out his sound
Just like a clock upon a wall
The chaffinch flying from tree to tree
Chirping out his chirpy call
And just before the sun goes down
The colourers blend in the evening sky
Of pinks and blues and strands of gold
A priceless picture you couldn’t buy
All this is part of the angler’s world
To boost his day down by the lake
As he sits there very patiently
Waiting on the fish to take
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I have been spending some of the wonderful weather we are having relaxing in the countryside.
I take my fishing rod and my camera and of course my writing pads to write my poems.
The countryside always inspires me back to carry on with my poetry.
The Joy of Fishing tells of all those wonderful things seen through the fisherman’s eyes as he sits by a lakeside, I hope you like it.
A Lesson in Life 24th July 2015 by/Tony Gorman
Our lives are like the flowers that grow from the tiniest of seeds
And Mother Nature’s there for them to tender all their needs
And within her soil she cuddle’s them through all the winters’ snows
Away from all the dangers of frost when cold winds blows
And in springtime they grow stronger and their stems they start to show
As they push up through the topsoil to let everybody know
And the buds that show upon them are closed and tightly sealed
With the help of Mother Nature their splendours soon reviled
And the sun that heats the universe will heat and strengthen all
And the buds will show their petals opening up to mothers call
And the blossoms attract attention of all around that see’s
Like the butterflies so colourful to the humming bumble bee’s
And in vision like a painting splurging colours everywhere
With each fragrance hitting nostrils as it wallows in the air
And like a painter’s pallet with each colour laid out bare
Amazing to the naked eye of the beauty earth can share
And we as mere mortals can benefit from this
Of the lessons that we learn from a Mother Nature’s kiss
For each flower will live in harmony regardless of its size
And the colours all are different bringing pleasure to our eyes
If only mankind could do the same with colour and with creed
Our lives would be harmoniously in thought and word and deed
And like the flowers we’d blossom in a world of peace for all
Blending nations of all colourers to a world’s united call