LAMENT FOR IRISH OAKS
JULY 2012
JULY 2012
Erin lies
barren of oaks
Ghosts of
the druids are weeping
Oaks of Eire
are globally strewn
At the
bottom of all the oceans where English warships sailed
Sunk by
pirates of the Spanish Main
By cannon
balls of French frigates
And corsairs
off Morocco
And Yankees
at Fort McHenry
Storms at
the Horn stopped some doing 'transportation'
Short of
their mission to Van Demman's land
Some of her
oaks remain in Alba
Lining barrels
of Scotch whiskey
Some in
England as girders
Of Wren's
great buildings
Rowans and
Hollies now thrive in the sun
No longer in
understory of the great oaks
Hills of Ireland,
now meadows of green
Grazing
sheep where red deer once ran.
Generations
await the great oaks return
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