The spell of early morning I awake to bird songSwifts all the way from AfricaDance and dart aboveA squirrel scurries with intent I creak and groan like floorboards The cat stirs from slumberHer food bowl callsnot before fur rearrangedA girl has to look her best I transfixed by nature stirring Auld reekie in dawnContinue reading “The spell of early morning.”
Oh what a boy I heard the news he’d passedStill a warrior of class and hopeI shed a tear for his youthFire and spirit He was gone! Old comrades despairedSome sung songsOthers raised a glassTo this fighter of working class He was gone! Brave they saidThis was true!Cheeky and funI said remembering He was gone!Continue reading “On the passing of an old friend.”
hopefully if I’ve done this right there will be a new podcast link called old dog 2! https://anchor.fm/jimwrote.com/episodes/My-second-attempt-old-dogs-2-eughfh seeing the wood and the trees! (c) Heather McSharry.
Super Hero’s and Fritters. All tales have to begin like all journeys we take a first step or not…. The 9th of August 1961 at 10:10 p.m. in the maternity of the Southern General Hospital I issued forth under weight premature and with a healthy dose of cerebral palsy, at that moment undiagnosed. A coupleContinue reading “A short story.”
I just published the first episode of my new podcast! Listen to Jim wrote on Anchor https://anchor.fm/jimwrote.com/episodes/Old-dog-eu1f0a
I just published the first episode of my new podcast! Listen to Jim wrote on Anchor https://anchor.fm/james-mcsharry/episodes/Old-dog-eu1f0a
my first pod cast!!…there will be more!
If they didn’t have incubators in 61If mammy hadn’t chased the nunsIf Oswald couldn’t fire a gunMail lai might never burnIf Ferdinand wasn’t vainNo anzac slaughterOr those black dogsIf Hitler got a serious wound in the firstWould crystal nacht no happenNo secret pacts in WarsawThe Zionists now denyShowers would just washOvens just bake breadNo JewishContinue reading “The butterfly effect”
Somewhere Somewhere a tree fallsNo eyes to see nor ears hearSomewhere waves lap on a far shoreNo eyes to see nor ears hear Somewhere a politician funds his palsFew newspapers print the scale of cronyismNo eyes to see nor ears to hearSomewhere the corrupt laugh The game is rigged as it always is Somewhere theContinue reading “Somewhere.”