Of Miracles At Tubrid As A Boy I Used To Hear Poem by Francis Duggan

Of Miracles At Tubrid As A Boy I Used To Hear



As long as our memory does serve us well
We all have our stories of life for to tell
I cannot vouch for the story i am about to tell you
Though that miracles can happen i know to be true

For anything in life is possible as some like to say
At the Shrine of Mary in Tubrid spring well where the devout go to pray
People who were disabled without their crutches from there walked away
Such stories one does hear of Tubrid in May

Though all things in time do eventually fade
It is out of such stories myths and legends are made
And myths and legends that give birth to story and rhyme
Do live on through centuries and centuries of time

Of miracles at Tubrid as a boy i used to hear
From old timers who had lived for many a year
Among the deceased at rest they do lay
But their stories of Tubrid do live on today.

Sunday, September 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: stories
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