• Unpublished Poems


One Day Last August

One day last August, travelling by bus to Annslong,
Past fields brown-pimpled with haycocks,
And whitewashed rectangular houses,
I tried - expatriate now - to overhear
The homely rhythms that these people use
As running murmur to a simple way of life
Through their world's wilderness of tangled hate
I tried to see the obverse of the coins
That tinkle brash in every little till
And echo that intolerance I knew too well.
Then came the answer on that August day:
If you would find the virtue of this place
Then search it out in tidy village streets
And in the narrow, stone-walled fields,
For there these people build in quietness,
Far from the politicians vulgar rant
That tears the fabric of this land.

19 Jan
Linen Hall Library, "Greacen008", Northern Ireland Literary Archive, accessed Thu, 06/13/2024 - 19:03, https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen008?page=1