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An Ode To My Kinsmen

3 March 2026

I live on an island. She wonders where I’m standing; She follows where I’m going, She dwells where I’ve been. She calls to my tomorrow; She sings to my today, She whispers to my yesterday.

A boat lies on the beach against an abstracted Loughshinny, Co Dublin.

A Day At Loughshinny

3 March 2026

O – to be there now, Hand in hand with my fellow first-mates, Bound for treasure; with shovels a’plough, Through golden fields and salty lakes, We would finger white crusty gems and dusty gold, Before returning home, with tales to be told.

The Misty Morn

3 March 2026

‘Twas a misty morn by candlelight, Where porridge was warm on fire bright, The table was set for the morning sun, From which labour and farm work would be done.