Witness From The Green

Witness From The Green

Witness From The Green

Witness From The Green
by Hugh A Tague

A marshy common on the edge of Dublin
about a mile from the General Post Office
twenty acres once used for grazing beast
a place full of green, a place I come for peace.

Yesterday; church bells chimed throughout Eire
the green flooded with bonnets and flowers
some strutting about in their Sunday best
Easter grace through rebirth, they’re blessed.

This morning’s dawn comes with new hope
no workers rushing about in Dublin town today
something’s askew, change drifts upon the breeze
I am to bear witness, from here in the Green.

The eerie silence became a violent storm
Hell’s Fire rained down, the weather has changed
then I saw him, a familiar face indeed
It’s our friend James, and he’s brought us a bag of feed.

A marshy common on the edge of Dublin
this morning’s dawn comes with a new hope
something’s askew, change drifts upon the breeze
I am to bear witness, from here in the Green.

 
The park-keeper’s name was James Kearney – every day he would enter the Green to feed the ducks, and every day the opposing sides would cease firing to allow him to do so.

About the author

I'm an American poet of Irish descent, I love to read and write poetry, any kind any time. Peace and love Yo, For more of my work: hughataguepoetry.wordpress.com

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