Denis J Foley Poems

The well of Kilmabo

(on each Good Friday rounds are paid to this Holy well and the
' day is observed as a local pattern day)

The daisies bloomed upon the vale
And mellow was the air
On foliage green and budding bough
Sol shone refulgent rays
Dank winter's days now long are passed
And not forgotten go
And nature's charms are here portrayed
Round the Well of Kilmabo.

The ash tree 'bove the blessed spring
Lone standing in the vale
Seems to gain fresh vigour now
Before the freshening gale
With bursting buds it re-awakes
And quivers to and fro
As in union with the Pilgrims here
Round the well of Kilmabo.

And kneeling, bowed, devoutly meek
The silent Aves said
Within each faithful, hopeful heart
And the mystic rounds are Paid
And many favours thus are sought
And help through life to go
Freedom from sin and bodily ill's
At the Well of Kilmabo

And ere they depart, all will repair
Unto the nearby burial mound
In the ancient rath, sombre and grey
Where deep silence reigns profound
To kneel upon a loved one's grave
And in whisPers soft and low
Beg God in Heaven to shield their souls
Whose dust moulders in Kilmabo" ' " "

Denis J Foley,

The Men of "88"

Such clashing, such hitting, such leaping
Never before was witnessed those feats
Each man was a giant yet an artist
The bold men of famed-- 88.

Almost all now have crossed o'er the Baune
Those athletes who gained undyine fame
Whose records are well nigh unbeaten
To lower them some have striven in vain
Aye! The great deeds achieved by those heroes
Their countrymen may well emulate
and few may hope such fame to achieve as
The bold men of famed -88

Then hurrah for those worthy men of Erin
So sterling, so gallant so bold:
Who proved by their skill, prowess and daring
True to the traditions of their island fold
Ah; there will their fame shine forever
Undimmed by an unkind fate
Bright stars in her firmament ever
Those pioneer Gales of famed-88. .. ...


( 250 babies were presented at Cork city's first
baby show recently, "written in the 1940'S" )

What sheer delight this glorious sight
The eye to behold-here
Twin souls in the creators plan
Sweet babies and mothers dear
So closely bound in natures sphere
By stranger ties than steel
Through life forever to endure
Come joy, or woe ,or weal.

What thoughts may fill poor mortals mind
Who in each angelic face
Doth gaze with keen discerning eye
To therein surely trace
The wonders of the Creators hand
Blest innocence undefiled
By taint of mankind's erring ways
Unfettered, free from guile.

And should all pray may they remain
What e'er life for them holds
Great fame, or wealth, an honoured name
And stainless guiltless soul
As pure as thus they're mirrored here
Before admiring eyes
With spirits free at journey's close
Worthy for Paradise.

And a backward gaze on their childhood days
Are each per-forced to turn
Who behold this sweet and happy scene
And a needful lesson learn
That like "little children'we must be
Pure sweet souled such as they
Ere they'll sit before the Great White Throne
In the Master's Home for aye!.......


Banteer's Athletic Meeting

Banteer's athletic meeting was r€ecently held
And all previous fixtures were wholly excelled
The crowd was enormous that here did attend
An evening's amusement and pleasure to spend
No. 2 army band in its rarest best style
Did help te entertain the audience the while
Augmented by the Cullen Boys lively minstrelry
As the athletes were "togging out in the marquee
The athletic performances left naught to desire
As each worthy contestant to win did aspire
But the victors crown as often before
Did rest on the stout hearts of famed Donoughmore
lntense the excitement as the youth's race progressed
And each gallant participant gave forth of his best
In a noble endeavour to here gain a prize
And a young heart's ambition to thus reaiise
And wheelman O'Brien had quite a field day
And triumphantly bore many spots-away
His bold fearless riding to watch was a treat
While his worthy opponents shone out in defeat
Fr.Barry handed the prizes out.mid plaudits loud and long
When the army musicians had played the Soidier's Song
The programme being concluded thus all homeward their steps went
As the shadows of the Autumn evening were slowly growing in lengh


Shamrock on the Bridge

I pulled a shamrock in the vale
From out its bed of moss
To send to a lone exile one
Beneath the Southern Cross
What glorious thoughts and memories grand
That e'er with him shall stay
This emblem of his native land
Shall bring to him to-day'

To remind him of the well loved glade
He in childhood gaily trod
And in innocence romped and played
Happy, carefree, near to God'
Where around a fond mother's knee
Learned he to lisp a prayer
Ere heavy lids were closed in sleep
And all the world was fair'

He'll think mayhap of the schoolhouse grey
Standing at the village end
Where with companions bright and gay
Day by day did his footsteps wend
Oh what joy--but a barefoot boy
Casting Pebbles down the stream
From the bridge whose stout wall's high
Spanned the Alloa's silvery stream'

Oh dear tiny sprig bear unto him
Fond thoughts of home so far away
Three little leaves and but one stem
Our Faith's mystic meaning you convey
God ever shield him from dire
Ever hold him true to Thee for aYe;
And native land maY he be
May joy fill his heart this Patrick's Day'

Denis J FoleY,

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