Celtic Heroes At The Holy Ground Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Upon Parkhead’s pitch God took me to,
On the centre spot, I sat my self down,
He said, envision all the Celtic heroes
Who have walked this Holy Ground.

He spoke of the history of the green & white
For to play for the Celtic is a fans desire,
Installed with pride and with courage,
To ignite the passion, an eternal fire.

I closed my eyes and the heard the voices,
Of Stein and Maley, a homily so sweet,
And on the field stood McGrory and Quinn,
Dictating the game with their feet.

And God led me to the wisdom of Murdoch,
As I watched John Doyle run down the wing,
I saw a vision of my father and grandfathers
Standing on the terracing, Celtic songs, they did sing.

As the clouds around Parkhead drifted,
I stood alone in a Celtic Park dream,
As God spoke to me from a distance,
That I alone, could only hear.

When you visit this place called Parkhead,
When you bring with you, your heritage and faith,
All the fans of Celtic will one day worship
Familiar Celtic faces, once again.


Dec’3rd 2005