Out Of Work

Out of work with a wife and three young children to keep and big bills to pay
And in your search  for a job start another unsuccessful day
But hope  springs eternal as some like to say
And you feel that a job start for you in time  not far away

On welfare 'tis so hard  for  to make ends meet
And those out of work in the town for so few jobs compete
But those who try hardest do always succeed
And soon some boss will give you the job start you so need

Since three months ago the managers  of the factory you worked in closed their business down
Competition more fierce for the  few vacant jobs in the town
The local employers with job vacancies can pick and choose
For one to win a  job many applicants  have to lose

Out of work doing it hard with three young chldren and a wife
You are one who has  never known of an easy life
But a  job start you feel in time from you not far away
Hope does spring eternal as some like to say.

The Sun Won't Shine Today

No wind soughing in the bare trees the sky is overcast and gray
It has been raining for  many hours the sun won't shine today
Not untypical of the time of year it would seem fair to say
Reminds me of where i used to live from here long miles away
When the bracken clad Boggeragh Mountains wore their Winter hats of snow
And the cold wind from the northlands across the countryside did blow
And Finnow to the Blackwater in flood waters of brown
Flowed bank high in the bare old  fields just west of Millstreet Town
How come this rainy weather brings back memories of afar
Of places one could not drive to from here by truck, bus or motor car?
It cannot be nostalgia for i've never liked the rain
Though memories of Winters i've lived through it brings back to me again
An overcast and dreary afternoon the the winter sky is gray
It has been raining for many hours the sun won't shine today.

An Addictive Nature Artist

He is one  not into sports or a member of a community club
And he is one who is never seen down at the local pub
Of any sort of social club he has never been a part
The only thing that interests him is creating works of art
As an addictive artist his type of person rare
With most people of his age little in common he does share
Five months ago his ex lover left him she is now another's wife
Which does not seem to bother him he just says such is life
In his mid twenties a young man in his physical prime
On canvas sketching Nature's beauty he devotes his work-free time
He lives in a  rented one bedroom flat an artist on his own
Due to his wildlife paintings locally he is becoming better known
An addictive Nature artist to his work he is true
And wealth and fame at what he likes doing best may well become his due.

Due To Circumstance Of Climate

Her shoulder length curly hair as dark as charcoal her lovely eyes of brown
Her olive skin as smooth as silk the young woman from the northern town
For her the southern winter to windy, wet and cold
She went home to the tropics that's what i have been told
She went home to the tropics to her own kin and race
Her ex lover in the  bar-room has a sad look on his  face
His  offer to her of marriage she did regrettably decline
She could not live in a climate of five months of yearly warm sunshine
A hometown sort of fellow he could not live  elsewhere
And least of all the tropics too warm for him up there
Their climate needs so different with her he had to part
The sad one of the  local pub does have a lovesick heart
His story not uncommon one might say such is life
The one he love due to circumstance of climate did not become his wife.

The Eastern Yellow Robins

Once you see them and hear them singing you never get them wrong
The eastern yellow robins birds with the ticking song
Of unders mostly yellow and back and wings and head and tail blue gray
They are birds i do see often though not every day
To be quiet when hunting for food does seem their natural way
They often perch on low branch scanning the ground for tiny prey
Worms and small ground insects to them a tasty treat
Such life forms that Nature creates for them to eat
In the family of flycatchers yellow robins for them a common name
They are not shy of humans they do seem almost tame
They allow you get quite close to them before they take to flight
And more than two of them together is an uncommon sight
They sleep in sheltery bushes or leafy smaller tree
The eastern yellow robins birds i do often see.

You May Do

You may do your good deed or two every day
And to help others out you go out of your way
But always one or two who of you will say
He or she must be a fool to help one without asking for pay

Some may say what a wonderful person you are
And to meet your very equal one would need to travel far
But always one or two in words for to put you down
There are all types of people in every town

In your neighbourhood to many your's is a well loved face
And the World for you living in it a much better place
But the words of a wise person i do recall
You may well win many but you cannot win them all

That you are a good person there is not a doubt
For your acts of kindness known for miles about
But always one or two who of you will say
Only a fool will help one without asking for pay.

Django

Django is a wild young lad
In ways not unlike his dad
When he was younger years ago
Till the tick of time became his foe

The wildest of them time does tame
With Django it will be the same
For time is like a soothing balm
The wildest of them it does calm

Hard to believe the lad with strangers shy
Does make his young sister Ginger cry
When rough games with her he does play
Boys will be boys as some do say

For young boys to be noisy a natural thing
Youth suppose must have it's fling
At their play they make much noise
As is said boys will be boys

Though in him there is nothing bad
Django is a wild young lad
Restless in his youthful way
He keeps his mum busy all day.