A short poem from a sand pit...
Buried Gold
You Ran
Watching my daughter run through a willow sculpture...
As Ulster Clashed
As the battle for a place in the final of Ireland's coveted Gaelic Football Championship raged my daughter focused on the important things in life...
Watched You
An eyeful of beauty...
Watching Fishermen
Watching the Fishermen with one of my girls...
Is it Permaculture?
Something wonderful is happening in my garden...
Killing in the Graveyard
About a man who decided to busy himself killing in the graveyard...
Happiness Lies
Happiness Lies Thoughts crash, heart Bang beating, joy flies Where happiness lies. By Dermy McNally.
The Tablets
A Haiku-ish poem 😉
This Heat (a.k.a. They’ll never happy)
It's been decades since we in Ireland have had a heatwave of this intensity or duration. So, you'd think we'd be grateful....
