New Year's Day Twenty Fourteen

In south west Victoria a rainy start to the new year
But the flute of the magpie so pleasant to hear
In Koroit Town on the streets few people to be seen
On a quiet enough start to the year twenty fourteen
In south west Victoria last night in every village and town people did celebrate
And the pubs and the clubs were open till late
For Summer the day it is cool a high of eighteen degrees
And the rain it is dripping from the windblown trees
But after a spell of dry and warm sunny weather how can one complain
As the south west counrtyside can do with some rain
The weather forecast for the next week has the weather warm and dry and fine
With thirsty southern winds and many hours of sunshine
In south west Victoria a rainy and windy start to twenty fourteen
And in the Town of Koroit few people to be seen.

Kippagh's Con O Connor

He played for Ballydaly and Duhallow and wore the Millstreet green
And in the red jersey of Cork he was often seen
Kippagh's Con O Connor was quite a man in his prime
Though that is going back some three decades in time

Con and Aghinagh's Vincent Coakley at midfield for Millstreet Cork's best on their day
For Club and for County great games they did play
When the dashing gaelic footballers in the green of Millstreet
With the best in Cork County were known to compete

Kippagh's Con O Connor strong sturdy and tall
He was the man who did make big men seem small
One of the great characters of Cork Gaelic football
Of his younger years so many good memories of him to recall

From a challenge Big Con never did back away
He brought his physical presence to the field of play
Perhaps he is in his late fifties today
And in his flaming red hair there are some strands of gray

A man amongst men when Millstreet were great
But then suppose everything on it does have a use by date
One of Cork County's best Gaelic football teams and in Duhallow to the fore
But what once used to be it is not anymore

Kippagh's Con O Connor his physical best days are gone
But of the mighty man he was the good memories live on
The colors of Ballydaly and Duhallow and Millstreet and Cork he wore with pride
And he was a great fellow to have on your side.

New Year's Eve 2013

The strains of Auld Lang Syne in the pub i do hear
In three hours from now we will be in a New Year
The year 2013 will soon be a memory
As the last few hours of December fades to January
On the streets young people in groups sing and laugh as they walk up and down
And a rock band is playing in the park of the town
The one night of the year most people stay out late
An ending and a new beginning for to celebrate
Hope springs eternal as some like to say
In a few hours from now we will be in New Year's Day
Tomorrow some will wake late quite fuzzy in the head
All things can come at a cost as has often been said
Showers of sparks of light in the dark evening sky
From the fireworks display in the parkland nearby.

To Live And Let live

For wrongs that i feel to me that they have done
I cannot bring myself for to hate anyone
For to forgive others myself i must forgive
I just wish to be one to live and let live
Since harboring grudges against the hated one can lead the hater to commit a serious crime
And for the offense leaves the offender to serve years of prison time
The harboring of  a grudge can be a soul destroying thing
Since revenge through crime great shame on you will bring
For your crime to avenge a past wrong you will be made to pay
With plenty of time to think of your stupidity in your long prison stay
For wrongs done to me i would leave in the bygone
And live in the now for the clock on my life does tick on
When i forgive others myself i can forgive
And with the harboring of a grudge i have no wish to live.

In Life Every Day

In life every day a new challenge for you to face
But you can make the World for to live in a far better place
By becoming a better person and be willing to help those of helping in need
In life you reap the good Karma when you sow the good seed
Greed and selfishness nowadays are plentiful Worldwide
And are amongst the main causes of the widening gap in the social divide
The kind and compassionate one may never become a financial billionaire
Her or his gifts in life are to care and to share
Such people perform their good deeds every day
And to help others out do go out of their way
Such people never crave wealth and renown
And are never amongst the most admired of the town
But they sow their good Karma in their every good deed
And without the reward of monetary gain they help those of helping in need.

The Migrating Turnstone

High above the southern coastline in the gray southern sky
The lure of home is in them as to their far northern breeding beaches they do fly
The turnstone are leaving the far southern shore
On their long journey home to breed of twenty thousand kilometers or more
These small coastal aerial Worldwide travelers of dark brown to gray
When migrating they travel by night and they travel by day
On Australian beaches from early Spring to Autumn these birds one often does see
They are a familiar sight to many and a familiar sight to me
From Country to Country and from shore to shore
Every year by sky they travel forty thousand kilometers or more
Their offspring will travel south with them after being born and raised in the northern Spring
The wonders of Nature are an amazing thing
Above the southern coastline in the Autumn dawn cool and gray
The turnstone home for to breed northwards are on their way.

I Heard A Skylark Singing

I heard a skylark singing as upwards he did fly
A feathered minstrel of the Summer in the sunny southern sky
A musical speck in the vast Universe in the cloud World he did sing
To listen to the lark's song is always quite a pleasant thing
High above a sunlit paddock close to the Pacific shore
A song i first heard more than sixty years ago above the heights of Claramore
When i was just a young one twenty years short of my prime
But since then many Seasons since this is going back in time
The young boy of the early fifties is an aging man today
And time has left him feeling weary and his balding head is gray
And though what has been has gone forever the memories remain
And the carolling of a skylark takes him to the past again
From a paddock near Port Fairy close to the Pacific shore
To the slopes of Clara Mountain high above green Claramore.