Stormy Seas

Bonaventura Peeters, the Elder 1640

Stormy Seas 

" Stormy weather " Old Sam said ,as he bought his boat into its head.

"Steer for the light at Tusker Rock and cut the nets or we're in for a shock" 

The nets were cut,the clouds raced on, 

Past old Sam's boat towards the dawn, 

But the waves got higher as he threw the helm, 

Hoping he would save his crew of men. 

"Cut the rigging,stow the mast,save the oars till the last,

Light the flare,send it high "

And he prayed they would see in this terrible sky 

"Bail fast lads and keep it out, before we flounder,I'll come about "

But The boat was heavy with water then 

And the waves 

They pounded the boat again. 

" I 'll not be beaten confound you sir "

As he roared at Neptune in his lair 

"Take to the oars my hearty boys

 for Neptune's playing us like one of his toys "

The boys pulled strong against the wind,

Three Leagues on and they would win,

Not for them a watery grave ,

Old Sam Shouted them on "be brave "

Now Neptune watched from down beneath

Amazed at the fortitude Old Sam did bequeath 

I'll spare you your men if you stand by my side 

Old Sam roared out  " I have my guide "

For the light at Tusker was nearer now 

It's shiny rocks a glimmering brow 

"heave to that line and make it strong or 

Neptune will have us all gone" 

They climbed up on those slippery rocks 

Old Sam knew that he had outfoxed

King Neptune standing way out there 

Waving his trusty trident, furiously in the air! 

   

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IRELAND'S HARVEST 

Harvest Time from The  National Library Of Ireland


O land of plenty,land of few,
Your emerald crown covers you,
Your terrible waste of fertile soil,
That sends its produce abroad to spoil!.

Let sense prevail in your fair land,
Store your crops for future clans,
Store them strong and store them well,
So that
Young seeds,
Prides may swell!  

Our History in its past,
Is long,
The jewels in its arts,
So strong,
Don't fence it in,
Just let it grow,
Then harvest
In the after glow.

The blight that hit us long ago
Drove us from the homes we know,
But that is gone, long past by.
Is it right that it should affect us now?

So put away your pesticides of hate,
Stand tall ,have pride in your state,
Gently gather in your crops
For now the killing
Has got to
Stop !  

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White Horses

White Horses 

The white capped waves they thunder in and shift

The sands to where the rocks begin,

A million years they have shaped the sands and 

created continents and brand new lands. 

To watch the white horses frolic and play, 

Is a joy to watch on a stormy day, 

But they are safe in their kingdom of sea, 

Where all their citizens wander free.

No government, King or Dictator there, 

To stop them wandering the world they share, 

Through forest dale of seaweed high, 

And wrecked old ships that are never dry. 

The wondrous sights they have seen, 

Where parasite man has never been.

Its natures job to keep them there and make the

White caps above their lair. 

So roll on waves don't say goodbye,

Keep your white horses riding high,

And we will watch and be well aware, 

Of the unleashed power that you have there!

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