Poems

John McCullagh September 14, 2003

Pangur Ban ‘I and Pangur Ban my cat ‘Tis a like task we are at:Hunting mice is his delightHunting words I sit all night Better far than praise of men ‘Tis to sit with book and pen;Pangur bears me no ill will,He too plies his simple skill. ‘Tis a merry thing to seeAt our tasks […]

John McCullagh September 9, 2003

Farewell to every hawthorn hedge, from Killeen to Belleeks  And every pool of sticklebacks and every shady creek

John McCullagh September 6, 2003

In the bygone days of yore Life was slower – that’s for sureEverything was in its placeGod in heaven, no rat race In the home, a nuclear familyMum and dad and baby EmilyHe’d help her and they’d be happyThough he’d never change that nappy! Dad worked hard to earn our fareMum was kindly – always […]