The Referee Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Joe and Patrick
Remained at home
With mother

On your back
I hung with Tommy
On the handlebars
And Mary behind
The saddle

Pedalling
Like an athlete
Over the White Hill
And other lesser braes
Determined to reach
Terrydremond
Before the start
Of the summer match

Urged on by the fact
That you were the referee
On that occasion

For it's duration
You handled a fair game
While we played
In lushful acres

Then off we went
As before
Flying down the hills
On our way home

Three miles of wind caressing joy
In the company of a father we loved