If you click over on the "Canadian Poets Against War" website you can read Michael Sheils who is one of the featured poets there for his contribution "Try Talking" an anti-war poem. Michael is a long time member of the Meath Writers' Circle and is probably best known for his book of memoirs "Short Trousers Days in Navan" which was published in November 2005. Working on another at the moment I believe but no info available going to press so will have to wait and see. Above he reads "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae which I recorded last November and there are a number of other videos of Michael further back which are worth a look. Click on "sherifffromnavan" site for link to "Canadian Poets".
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Hi Frank, I wasn't too familiar with the words on the night as I just picked it out after other readers had read some of the poems I had in mind. Still I managed to mullocked my way through it.
Sheriff.
Thanks for comment there, enjoy the St Patrick's Day!
FM.
Sure will Frank. I hear the Navan Whistle calling me.
I will arise and go now
and go to Fulham's Bar.
For I hear the Navan Whistle meand I shall have a good pint there
for Honky fills them with great care.
It's there I'll hear the Squib sing
Didily a yi di di, didily a yi di di
Hulligan, Brulligan, Mulligan and the bold O'Donohue.
With Sossy on the Bodhran
Red Ken and Brillo on guitar
and tucker on the mobile phone
young Whitey in the background
with his sidekick soldier Booth storing the sh..
Mallon in the bar defending Bertie as usual.
Kinky in the corner, is right! is right!! is right!!!
Sophie and her master enjoying a pint or two.
Matchine in the bar hugging the radiator the cold creature, with Gint by his side humming a tune
and Paddy the red Gibney singing
the best rendition ever I heard of Eileen.
And I shall have some fun there
for fun comes dropping slow.
Dropping from the tap behind the counter with Honky in control.
Kinky in the corner, is right! is right!! is right!!!
And I shall have some comfort there
The comfort and the crack.
The heat from the fire.
The beat of the town.
The stories of it's people.
The welcoming barman
with a pint of Black Wisdom
Yes! it's all there on Fulham's bar,
I'll just have to settle for the local parade!!
FM
Hi Frank, I notice a word missing in the hird line. It should have read/ For I hear the Navan Whistle Calling me.
Sheriff
What's a word or two?
FM.
What heyday isn't today?
Mic Christopher? Thanks for comment there Anonymous!
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