Douglas McClarty

Rookie - 148 Points (Northern Ireland)

Douglas McClarty Poems

1. Dad's Life 11/4/2013
2. The Perfect Place To Live. 11/4/2013
3. Magical Place 11/4/2013
4. The Taxman 11/4/2013
5. The First Time 11/4/2013
6. Rey Del Noche 11/6/2013
7. Social Unrest 11/11/2013
8. Yesterday's News 11/16/2013
9. Close To Home. 11/16/2013
10. Together Always 11/18/2013
11. Just Being There 11/18/2013
12. Butlin's 11/19/2013
13. The Bog Lane 11/19/2013
14. The Overton 11/19/2013
15. In The Dark. 11/19/2013
16. Gathering Spuds 10/11/2013
17. Heaven Or Hell 11/4/2013
18. La Vinuela 11/4/2013
19. The Movies 11/4/2013
20. Just You 11/4/2013
21. The Roundabout 11/22/2013
22. Wishing You A Merry? 11/24/2013
23. Guests 11/24/2013
24. A Unique Family 11/26/2013
25. Create A Masterpiece. 11/27/2013
26. The Countryside 11/28/2013
27. Black Days 11/30/2013
28. Stranocum's Rath 12/1/2013
29. Join The Club. 12/2/2013
30. Past Winters. 12/3/2013
31. The Bee 12/4/2013
32. Good And Bad. 12/5/2013
33. Horse Shoes. 12/19/2013
34. Sailing Home 12/19/2013
35. Politicians 11/4/2013
36. The Silver Carpet 12/19/2013
37. Devils Buttermilk 12/19/2013
38. Another Year 1/3/2014
39. Stormy Days 1/5/2014
40. A Gate 1/5/2014
Best Poem of Douglas McClarty

Away With The Fairies

If you put an ear
to this ancient ground
You might just hear
a mystical sound
Only on nights
when there's a full moon
They will play and sing
their haunting tune
The Uilleann pipes,
a harp and a flute
there could be
a boran a fiddle and a lute
The fairies are singing
and dancing below
A place were no person
is welcome to go
If you venture near
this fairy fort, beware
No harm will come
to those who just stare
But for others who disturb
these fairy sites
they could be cursed
with sleepless nights
So be still and...

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Gathering Spuds

Outside our house in drumard Drive
Sandy, s horse stands tired and still
The five shilling coal bag is heaved aloft
As he shuffles towards our empty shed
Tonight we, ll feel the glow of heat
Before we, re put upstairs to sleep.

The window panes are white with frost
Our breath like woodbine without the smell

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