A Stranger Passed by Toddy :POEM


A stranger passed
taking the scent of each flower
How surprised an English woman when presented
With a bouquet of wild
Her husband stood in quiet recall

Are these the Irish
Who rebel and will to die
Are these the Irish
Who faced the Germans on the Sonne
Or am I the gom
When in younger years I stood at Mennin gate
A proud Irish man
The salt of that single tear
It won’t hold close, it won’t hold dear
But I the Irish man at the last post
Cried Another.

Toddy 18th June 2017

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