Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds, - Woke, once, the clays of… [Read more…]
November 10, 2011
When President Mary McAleese took office on the 11th November 1997, she became the Eight-President of the Ireland. I was still in the first couple of weeks of first year in secondary school in St. Anne’s Community College, Killaloe, Co. Clare. Bizarrely, some may argue, I do remember that Presidential campaign and its prospective candidates… [Read more…]
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November 13, 2011
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