Monday, January 10, 2011

'NEITH THE WIND SWEPT GRASSES OF IRELAND

'NEITH THE WIND SWEPT GRASSES OF IRELAND

Lies a man and his love
cover'd by a rock
Defaced by the living lime
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland;

An old man and his a young wife
Together at night in the home,
Violence intruded
Shot them dead,
Left the dear baby screaming
'Neith the Wind swept grasses of Ireland;

32 bullets were fired
Leavign holes in the stove and walls,
An old man lying in his undercloths,
A young wife dead close by
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland;

'Not a more innocnet could be found!'
A man left alone on an isolated farm,
Cemetary Sunday it was
Night, 11 Pm or more
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland;

The youngest boy remaining,Francis
On the old farm were all were born,
He almost lost it but his brother bailed him out
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland;

A son found them all at 17
Death and Blood his legacy,
1000 came to lay he and his love
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland;

The black stone rests
Disfigured by white lime,
A graceful dark panel
Shimmers their life and death
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland;

An old man and his love
Two sons left behind,
The black stone encased
'Neith the wind swept grasses of Ireland.

Judi Donnelly
copyright 1 November 2004

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