Ceist agam orm féin:
Ó chrann atá lom
Cad é an síor gearán
Sa choill atá láimh liom?
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Shannon Airport is at Exit 9-
That way went each of mine;
An embrace to say goodbye:
Time enough the time to cry;
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Destination in the distance,
Another summer swallow
On a long haul flight
A mile above Malaysia,
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Bono and Bob in Live Eight in Hyde Park:
It’s our boys that’s doing the business;
They're heroes of rock, heralds of hope
Across the broad bands of the media.
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The warm balm of the velvet breeze
Wafts around the bungalow gable
By the sheltering sycamore trees,
Caressing my face at the table.
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The morning train to Dublin
Carrying me comfortably;
Fascinated by a lady’s face
In the hand mirror she held
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I see him as the signalman
On the unseen tracks of time
A family priest for all of us-
As we travel down the line.
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Earth to Earth
Oh to be as still as the lily pads
Floating in the billabong
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Rustling the ditch's floral skirt for strawberries:
Red and wild, elusive little rubies of delight,
Hidden as they hang, no bigger than a haw:
Vying with the velvet bells of purple foxgloves,
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Crossing elegant Victoria railway station
She reaches for her ringing mobile phone:
Young and yet without an ounce of fear,
Still moving onward as it sings its signal.
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