John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,233 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

The Mouth Of The Flowers - Poem by John F. McCullagh

On a lonely road they traveled,
Michael Collins and his friends.
Though the road led to
Cork City
He would never see its end.
For the I.R.A. was waiting
where they knew that he must pass.
O’Neil, an I.R.A. man,
T’was him who fired the fatal blast.
Kitty Kiernan made a widow
before she ever was a bride.
On an August day in Twenty two
Brave Michael Collins died.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

'the Mouth of the Flowers' is the rough English translation of the Gaelic name for the spot on the road where they killed the great Irish patriot, Michael Collins.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013



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