Poems

John McCullagh March 20, 2007

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love

John McCullagh March 10, 2007

O country people, you of the hill farms, Huddled so in darkness I cannot tell Whether the light across the glen is a star ..

John McCullagh January 6, 2007

In similar vein to the recently quoted sonnet, this one reflects on ‘remembrance of things past’ and indeed, people who have passed on.  I particularly like the final couplet.  The preceding lines remind me of many who, as they say, could ‘gern for Ireland!’