Beyond their Hometown in the south west countryside
The footballers and netballers and cricketers of Koroit are known far and wide
Quite joyful in victory and gracious in defeat
In the south west leagues the young men and women of Koroit always the hardest to beat
In Mickey Burke's and The Commercial Hotel after every big win the Koroit fans celebrate
They drink and make merry and party till late
In Koroit Town they do know how to party on
As their ancestors did in decades long gone
Even opposing fans sing their praises loud
The sporting young women and men of Koroit always do their Town proud
So jubilant in victory and in defeat never down
They sure are a credit to Koroit their Hometown
To wear Koroit's colors to them a sense of pride
Beyond their Hometown known and admired far and wide.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
On Hearing A Greenfinch
The song of a male greenfinch takes me to far away
To a northern grove in the leafy month of May
When the old fields are wearing their wildflowers of the Spring
And the nesting wild songbirds chirp, whistle and sing
The low toned wheezy notes of a male greenfinch not hard to recognize
Though amidst the leafy greener camouflaged from the watching eyes
Amongst Nature's finest songsters they will never be known
But the green birds do possess a charm of their own
The sleeping nostalgia in me it did awake
That voice from the past i never could mistake
The voices of some birds including the greenfinch from once heard one never can get wrong
In May in the grove by my old home they sang all day long
Amongst the leafy greenery quite hard to be seen
As their name does suggest greenfinches are green.
To a northern grove in the leafy month of May
When the old fields are wearing their wildflowers of the Spring
And the nesting wild songbirds chirp, whistle and sing
The low toned wheezy notes of a male greenfinch not hard to recognize
Though amidst the leafy greener camouflaged from the watching eyes
Amongst Nature's finest songsters they will never be known
But the green birds do possess a charm of their own
The sleeping nostalgia in me it did awake
That voice from the past i never could mistake
The voices of some birds including the greenfinch from once heard one never can get wrong
In May in the grove by my old home they sang all day long
Amongst the leafy greenery quite hard to be seen
As their name does suggest greenfinches are green.
Jim
His better days in the forever gone
But his love of life does keep him living on
Of late he has not been feeling well his health is on the decline
He even stays indoors on days of warm sunshine
I have not seen him in the park of late
Not the same man since his beloved wife Kate
Took her own life in an act of suicide
Jim must feel that lady luck is not on his side
For some aged people so sad life must be
His son and daughter and grandchildren nowadays he seldom see
It must be lonely for him living on his own
And better times like many he has known
He turned eighty one in July of this year
And his health of late not good so i do hear.
But his love of life does keep him living on
Of late he has not been feeling well his health is on the decline
He even stays indoors on days of warm sunshine
I have not seen him in the park of late
Not the same man since his beloved wife Kate
Took her own life in an act of suicide
Jim must feel that lady luck is not on his side
For some aged people so sad life must be
His son and daughter and grandchildren nowadays he seldom see
It must be lonely for him living on his own
And better times like many he has known
He turned eighty one in July of this year
And his health of late not good so i do hear.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Melinda
In our side of the town none for to take her place
With a beautiful smile on her beautiful face
Kind hearted Melinda was buried today
Amongst the deceased of the Parish her last remains lay
She never had children was never any man's wife
She worked as a nursing sister all of her working life
Till she retired at sixty five some eight years ago
Time eventually does become everyone's foe
Melinda would never see anyone down
She always was helping the poor of the town
She sowed the seeds of good Karma every day
About her she had such a beautiful way
She died of a heart attack quite suddenly
And her loss will be felt in the local community.
With a beautiful smile on her beautiful face
Kind hearted Melinda was buried today
Amongst the deceased of the Parish her last remains lay
She never had children was never any man's wife
She worked as a nursing sister all of her working life
Till she retired at sixty five some eight years ago
Time eventually does become everyone's foe
Melinda would never see anyone down
She always was helping the poor of the town
She sowed the seeds of good Karma every day
About her she had such a beautiful way
She died of a heart attack quite suddenly
And her loss will be felt in the local community.
Giovanni
Far south of the place where his life's journey began
Poor gray haired Giovanni is an aged man
He and his dark haired wife Sophia with their young children Dino and Marie
Came to live in this Country in nineteen sixty three
Five years ago his beloved Sophia passed away
She was a dark haired beauty on her day
They had lived as man and wife for fifty five years
Mention of her name does have him close to tears
His better days in life Giovanni has known
Six times a grandfather he lives on his own
He never again may see Italy
And the town that he left when he was twenty three
He speaks good English but the accent he was born into he retain
And till the day he does die with him it will remain
A friendly old fellow and always nice to meet
One i often see walking on the park or the street.
Poor gray haired Giovanni is an aged man
He and his dark haired wife Sophia with their young children Dino and Marie
Came to live in this Country in nineteen sixty three
Five years ago his beloved Sophia passed away
She was a dark haired beauty on her day
They had lived as man and wife for fifty five years
Mention of her name does have him close to tears
His better days in life Giovanni has known
Six times a grandfather he lives on his own
He never again may see Italy
And the town that he left when he was twenty three
He speaks good English but the accent he was born into he retain
And till the day he does die with him it will remain
A friendly old fellow and always nice to meet
One i often see walking on the park or the street.
Just One More Politician
Some politicians do seem obsessed with their own sense of power
They do not wish anyone else for to flower
He stood addressing the converted for an hour or more
Listening for too long to the one voice can become a bore
He sure did not suffer from low self esteem
His own ideas are all that did matter that's how to me it did seem
His over inflated ego seemed too big for his head
Though his audience hung on to every word he said
And though by most of his audience he was admired
Of listening to his waffle i quickly grew tired
Ambiguous and opinionated in the things he did say
But then many politicians they do seem this way
Just one more politician obsessed with his own sense of power
He does not want anyone else for to flower.
They do not wish anyone else for to flower
He stood addressing the converted for an hour or more
Listening for too long to the one voice can become a bore
He sure did not suffer from low self esteem
His own ideas are all that did matter that's how to me it did seem
His over inflated ego seemed too big for his head
Though his audience hung on to every word he said
And though by most of his audience he was admired
Of listening to his waffle i quickly grew tired
Ambiguous and opinionated in the things he did say
But then many politicians they do seem this way
Just one more politician obsessed with his own sense of power
He does not want anyone else for to flower.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
I Am From Duhallow
I am from Duhallow just west of the Town of Millstreet
Near the damp rushy fields where the rivers do meet
And in unison to Drishane to the Blackwater flow
In the home of the rook and the silver back crow
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
And though my wonder of her only does seem to grow
So little about her i can claim to know
The friends of my younger years where might they be today?
With them i drunk porter and football did play
But in old Duhallow i was not destined to stay
The bug of the wander in me had it's way
I have not seen old Clara for many a year
But for what used to be i have shed my last tear
The nostalgia in me it has faded to die
To say i feel homesick now would be a lie
Where i used to imagine myself as a poet
A fellow quite worthy of literary note
But imagination and reality quite different it does seem
And lack of success leads to low self esteem
Still in many ways i feel a lucky man
I lay in the sunshine improving my tan
Far south of Claraghatlea in view of Clara Hill
In the wet and the cold winds of the November chill.
Near the damp rushy fields where the rivers do meet
And in unison to Drishane to the Blackwater flow
In the home of the rook and the silver back crow
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways today i enjoy
And though my wonder of her only does seem to grow
So little about her i can claim to know
The friends of my younger years where might they be today?
With them i drunk porter and football did play
But in old Duhallow i was not destined to stay
The bug of the wander in me had it's way
I have not seen old Clara for many a year
But for what used to be i have shed my last tear
The nostalgia in me it has faded to die
To say i feel homesick now would be a lie
Where i used to imagine myself as a poet
A fellow quite worthy of literary note
But imagination and reality quite different it does seem
And lack of success leads to low self esteem
Still in many ways i feel a lucky man
I lay in the sunshine improving my tan
Far south of Claraghatlea in view of Clara Hill
In the wet and the cold winds of the November chill.
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