St Stephen’s Green, is the heart
Of Dublin City, much history and DART
How splendid its call
To one and all
In the sunshine, it looks so smart
Where Ardilaun, Rossa and Joyce reside
Best not to rush, your time to bide
Full of colourful flowers
In quiet, shady bowers
Our Garden of Eden, and place to hide
Sunbeams dancing, upon the lake
A gardener busy, with his rake
Birds squawk to be fed
Throw them some bread
A moment passes, much joy to take
Don Cameron 2020
Me, me…over here!
This is a short poem about going to the Stillorgan Bowling Alley, a place that I had not been in a long time – but it had been a lot of fun!
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It had been a while, and good for the soul
Loosened up gently, like my friend Noel
The pins were ready
Now keep it steady
It’s time for fun, so let’s just bowl
First ball was bad, went down a hole
The score’s not nice, as I see it scroll
Do the right thing
Make that swing
A glorious strike, and the frame I stole
Score swung around, if the truth be told
I was mostly behind, but refused to fold
His ball in the gutter
My heart went aflutter
On the way back, I’m in from the cold
Scrapping tooth and nail, to reach our goal
Friend now nervy, pressure taking its toll
His knees did shake
Bad time for mistake
My final delivery, the dream of a roll
Don Cameron 2020
Let it roll!
Dublin has long been recognised as a literary influencer and it is nice to see that three city natives – WB Yeats (1923), GB Shaw (1925) and Samuel Beckett (1969) have received the Nobel Prize for Literature. Seamus Heaney, a Derry native who lived in Sandymount, Dublin for many years, joined the exclusive club in 1995.
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He was a poetic man, from Sandymount
Tales of Irish mystics, he did recount
Aengus and The Tower
Words of such power
That tumbled easily, from the fount
Playwright, activist with Academy prize
So many plays, did he cleverly devise
Press Cuttings were right
To his utter delight
In great observation, his genius lies
If you want less words, as some often do
Sam has plays, that will just suit you
Perhaps Come and Go
Or, yer man Godot
However small, there’s always much to chew
District and Circle the way to go
Next stop coming, is Golden Bough
Needing Room to Rhyme
Good time after time
A man beloved, he just steals the show
Don Cameron 2020
Write On….and on…
The train rattles, by the shining sea
Heading north, from old Dublin ci-ty
Sandy beach to my right
What a wonderful sight
On to Howth, and stroll carefree
George IV’s ‘wee feet’ at the end of the West Pier
Its history dating, to lost Viking days
Take in the harbour, or stunning cliff ways
See George’s wee feet
So dainty and neat
And spot Ireland’s Eye, beneath golden rays
A pier to the left, and one to the right
King Sitric’s town, is a real delight
There is much to do
From seafood to brew
Enjoy the mood, no fancy of flight
Don Cameron 2020
East Pier with Ireland’s Eye
Running from the Liffey, to Parnell Square
The city’s centre, which we all share
Steeped in history and stories
And no end of glories
A place of honour, without compare
From Easter Rising, to famous parade
And cheering crowds, a great noise made
Where statues of the great
Whose words had weight
Stand in the sunshine, and not in shade
The Spire shimmers, and reaches high
A bit like Nelson, who touched the sky
Where Molly pushed a barrow
It’s as straight as an arrow
Long may it run, for us to enjoy
Don Cameron 2020
Daniel O’Connell – top of the street
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