Poems — Thursday, March 22, 2012 22:06
Meg Merriles
Four Ducks on a Pond
Tuesday, March 6, 2012 23:00
If you feel strange using this revamped format, just join the gang! This is my first effort at adding a story. This is a short but memorable poem by William Allingham. Four ducks on a pond, A grass-bank beyond. A blue sky of Spring, White clouds on the wing: Ah, what a small thing To remember for years – To [...]
An Image
Sunday, February 19, 2012 12:43
This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series Hugh Murphy poemsThis morning I attended Mass at St Catherine’s Dominican Church, said by Fr Tumelty of Dromalane. Yesterday I got Mass in Notre Dame, Paris and the day before at Sacre Coeur, Montmartre. Congregations dwindle everywhere.
Harvesting : 2
Sunday, February 12, 2012 10:12
‘How are things about town?’ he asked, in a friendly way. One word borrowed another,
Deserted Village
Saturday, February 4, 2012 12:31
My friend Matthew McGrath of Rostrevor has recorded a CD which includes a lovely song, his own composition, Spirit of the Village. This tells how he was personally affected on seeing the Deserted Village on the slopes of Slieve More in Achill Island.
Glassdrumman Fishers 1843 /2
Thursday, January 5, 2012 9:23
This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series FishersThe beach was crowded to extreme with men of valiant fame
Glassdrumman Fishermen 1843
Tuesday, January 3, 2012 12:27
This entry is part 1 of 2 in the series FishersThere were harsh times in Ireland in the middle of the nineteenth century – and harsher still to come, when in 1843 a great fishing disaster befell the communities along the Mourne shore. This popular ballad tells the tale.
The Mourne Men
Thursday, November 10, 2011 20:22
The local primary schoolchildren of today (Annalong and Moneydarragh Primary schools) composed this musical tribute to Jamie Crawford, and those other Mourne men who perished in the construction of the Silent Valley reservoir.
Going Home
Tuesday, September 13, 2011 14:16
We like to encourage local talent. Catherine McGrath, of Shore Road, Rostrevor has had the following short poem chosen for publication elsewhere. We wish her the best of luck. I’m sure many a lonely emigrant will shed a quiet tear reading her words!
Micheal Mor agus City Sue
Sunday, July 31, 2011 11:02
I heard the story o mo athair Got no Gaelic ? Doesn’t matter! This rural Ireland’s tragic tale …