The Liffey – River of Gold

From Dublin Bay, past streets years old

With history and stories, still being told

She charms us all

From Winter to Fall

With heavenly light, she’s a river of gold

 

Anna Livia, as Joyce once called she

Flows through Dublin city, to the sea

It sparkles and shimmers

For brave race swimmers

Past crowds on north, and south quay

 

Witness to events, for a thousand years

Rebellions, weddings and a billion tears

She silently rolls on

As we look upon

The oldest presence, who knows no fears

 

Don Cameron 2020

She just keeps rolling….

 

Oh what man, was George Bernard Shaw

In celebrating George Bernard Shaw’s (164th) birthday (b. Dublin 26th July 1856) I’ve penned this limerick in his honour.

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The great man’s plays, often led to guffaw

On social criticism, with a dodgy in-law

With such clever wit

His words so well fit

Oh what a man, was George Bernard Shaw

 

Doolittle and Barbara, he did draw

And Pygmalion too, without a flaw

You Never Can Tell

How he casts a spell

Oh what a man, was George Bernard Shaw

 

He held the Oscar, tight in his claw

And Nobel Prize, with a smiling jaw

A king of the stage

His work’s all the rage

Oh what a man, was George Bernard Shaw

 

Don Cameron 2020

GBS – art and the man

Dun Laoghaire Marina – Between the Piers

Two piers stretch long, into the sea

Guarding marina, for you and me

Choose East or West

Both are the best

For walks, fresh air and fond memory

 

Yachts are rocking, in colourful lines

Sailors readying, as the sun shines

The bandstand is loud

What a happy crowd

Hand-in-hand, stroll loving Valentines

 

Each lighthouse looks, upon the bay

Markers for boats, on their way

Blue tide is flowing

The breeze a-blowing

Flags on masts, flap in the sway

 

Seagulls swooping, diving in the air

It’s a place to be, without a care

For an ice-cream at Teddy’s

You must always be ready

Peerless place, for us to share

 

Don Cameron 2020

West Pier, with Dublin Bay and Howth beyond

Stranded

The strand is empty, on my own

Tide’s going out, just bubbling foam

Gulls dive and swoop

They screech and whoop

Lost in thought, I continue to roam

 

The salty air, is sharp and clear

A gentle breeze, brings smiling cheer

Crushing shells clickety, clack

Onwards now, no going back

Twin Towers at Poolbeg, getting near

 

Rising sunlight, a stunning surprise

Feast for heart, and my gazing eyes

I love being here

Any time of year

Always, forever how my spirits do rise

 

Don Cameron 2020

Twin Towers at Poolbeg Power Station

Up the Hill

Me and Jill, went up the hill

For a better view, oh what a thrill

The vista sublime

To horizon line

In sea so calm, now mirror still

 

White obelisk gleaming, at the top

So to the peak, we giddily hop

Lines in the sky

As silver jets fly

Hang-gliders run, and off they drop

 

The sumptuous curve, a sight to behold

Of Killiney Bay, better than told

A gentle breeze stirs

The colourful furze

In sunlight bright, as burnished gold

 

Don Cameron 2020

Mapas Obelisk atop Killiney Hill