It Does Seem To Me

It does seem to me they may lack on insight
Since to judge other people they feel they have the right
To live and let live and to each their own
For to promote such values such people are not known
To judge and thou shalt not be judged to the judgmental also does apply
And the right to a fair go none ought to deny
That self appointed judges are many it does seem sad to say
Respect to the truth in the fair go such people never do pay
The judgmental type you will meet in any town
It is not hard in words to put anyone down
But those who enjoy criticizing others resent criticism when it comes their way
You are likely to get burned when with fire you do play
When i say judgmental people now as ever not few
You very well may say tell us something that's new.

Caroline Dowling

In the Corporate World her's is now a great name
She has known great success and success comes with wealth and fame
The President of Flextronics International great success she has known
In Millstreet they are proud to claim the beautiful Caroline Dowling for their own
By her climb to success one can only feel amazed
In Murphy's Terrace in Millstreet she was born and raised
On the hill of success she has climbed the hard way
Her father Daithi he must feel a proud man today
One can say of her in a class of her own
In the Corporate World Caroline is well known
Of Caroline Dowling one can only say
That she fully deserves to be where she is at today
She rose through the ranks and came up the hard way
Perseverance and hard work for Caroline did pay.

In February Far Away

The cold winds of February from the mountains blow
And soughs in the bushes, bare trees and hedgerow
And in fancy i can hear a croaking breeding frog
In a flooded drain by Matty Owens bog
The memories of what was in me does remain
Of faces and places i may not see again
Where the sun seldom shines in clouds foggy gray
By the Boggeragh hills in February far away
Today is what matter yesterday has been and gone
And tomorrow will dawn and the clock ticking on
But in fancy in farmyard shed i can hear the cattle bellowing for silage or hay
In the cold frosty dawn of a February day
As the wintery winds blow with a cold chill
And the gray fogs of rain slowly envelope the hill.

On Brendan And Jerry On L T V

The chats on Nature between Brendan Murphy and Jerry Riordan from Millstreet far away
To see and listen to for to say the least interesting and always brings enjoyment to my day
When Jerry says Brendan is a fountain of knowledge on Nature due respect to the man he does pay
Since Brendan is one who knows about Nature and i must agree with what Jerry of him does say

Brendan is a man who knows much about Nature and learning of her ways he does enjoy
He has been living near and learning of our Earth Mother ever since he was a primary school going boy
Millstreet has plenty of celebrated people but of  Brendan's type there they are in need of more
And it is sad to think that people who love Nature in communities are never to the fore

Jerry does play his part in the conversation since he is good at drawing Brendan out
Since Brendan in his ways is not over talkative though on Nature he knows what he is on about
They did mention that berry eating migratory birds in Ireland this would have to include the redwing thrushes and fieldfare
Due to Climate Change like most other migratory bird species of late in Winter months becoming rare

From listening to Brendan and Jerry talking on Nature on L T V in Millstreet one never fails to learn something new
On the natural environment Brendan is one well informed though sad to think his type nowadays are few
For many years he has lived close to Nature and of Nature's ways so much he does surely know
He learned from looking at wildlife in the fields of Millstreet where from a boy to manhood he did grow.

The First Day Of Summer

When magpie was warbling in the moonlight
On silent wings Summer flew into the town at midnight
For her yearly three months mostly sunny stay
With the first of December dawned Summer's first day
And blackbird in the cool before sunrise did sing
His is a well known voice of the southern Spring
Time keeps ticking on as some do like to say
At midnight Spring to the Summer did quietly give way
And the year 2013 is drawing to a close
It will not even outlive the bloom of the rose
For the first of December a very warm day
And the warmest of Summer ahead of us lay
And with each passing day 2014 drawing near
When we welcome the new and farewell the old year.

Old Jill

That time takes care of all things none ought to deny
She sits in her kennel and barks at the sky
Old Jill the dark brown chow chow her muzzle is gray
And clearly she has lived a far better day
Not even a mere imitation of the dog that she used to be
Near blind from age only shadows she does see
That she has outlived her usefulness would seem fair to say
Quite useless as a watchdog or a guard dog today
Time it does seem has become old Jill's foe
A noble dog in her prime a decade ago
She was a proud dog when she was in her prime
Like dogs humans too become victims of time
Her far better days in Seasons long gone by
She sits in her kennel and barks at the sky.

For Many Years

For many years i have been a rhyming buff
And i am one of those who has penned heaps of stuff
Easy to write and read with the rhythm of rhyme
That literary critics dismiss as of another time

In Nature heaps of material to write rhymes about
Like the pink spots on the skin of the wildborn trout
That in the summer sunshine laze in the shallows of the river pool
Nature's garden is such a great out of doors school

Any dreams of success i have had in me are long dead
But the seeds of rhyme do keep on growing in my head
And though my best years in life in the forever gone
True to my calling i keep on rhyming on

For the first day of December and Summer such a beautiful day
In the sunny blue sky just a few clouds of gray
The parkland looking green after recent rain
With such pleasant weather how can one complain

On such a nice day so good to be alive
To go for a walk or on a country car drive
The song of the blackbird melodious and clear
It is such a beautiful time of the year.