Poems of James Bredin
|381.||Maybe Female Priests||6/26/2012|
|382.||MAYBE JUST MAYBE CANADIAN RAGE||11/7/2013|
|383.||MAYBE MARTIN LUTHER ... JAN 2ND,2013||1/1/2013|
|384.||MAYBE SACRED STUFF... DEC 31ST,2013||12/31/2013|
|385.||Mayor Rob Ford Return... Dec 6th,2012||12/6/2012|
|387.||MEDIA MOGULS AND THEIR FRIENDS... JULY 8TH,2013||7/8/2013|
|388.||Medical Aid In Dying...||2/10/2014|
|390.||MESSAGE TO POPE RATZINGER... FEB 9TH,2013||2/9/2013|
|391.||MESSAGE TO STEPHEN... FEB 26TH,2013||2/26/2013|
|393.||More Dwd Oct 8th,2012||10/8/2012|
|394.||More Referendums Aug 23rd,2012||8/23/2012|
|395.||Ms Wynne... Apr 4th,2013||4/4/2013|
|397.||Multiple Satellite Dishes||11/28/2010|
|399.||MY DEATH... FEB 27TH,2013||2/27/2013|
|400.||My Death... Jan 17th,2013||1/17/2013|
Ennis will forever be enshrined in my mind,
A small mark on the map from another place and time.
Memories dimmed by many years as though cut with a knife,
First seventeen years of love and laughter in my life.
In a town bowed down by poverty struggling to survive,
Back lanes of half-door houses waiting someone to arrive.
Narrow winding streets full of friends and farmers’ horses,
Pompous priests dressed in black who always walked on water,