The Champion came on a Thursday
And locals queued in our shop
To read all about the world
As far as they knew it.
Little time for conversation today.
With men to be fed and the milking.
It's five o’clock in Riverstown
And the tea is always at six.
Later, to an established pecking order
The latest news is revealed to all.
Any attempt top pre-empt a turn
With advance comment, scorned.
Local news, local views, local muse
Feed a loyal public, short on excitement.
And for a whole week, through Sunday,
The written word comes alive in Sligo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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