The Irish Giants
There Shaw, there Synge,
There Yeats, there Wilde.
These were the writings
I read as a child.
These are the writings
Of the sons of Kathleen.
She bore them she raised them
She gave them their names.
And Joyce who was Jim
With the family in hock,
Socializing in Bewleys’
While the Dubliners mocked.
Socializing in Bewleys’
Over coffee and cake.
There Shaw, there Wilde,
There Synge, there Yeats.
Today it's the time for dVerse meeting the bar..."tell us about your voice"....mine is a Northern Irish voice steeped in poetry from an early age ...with the beat and the rhyme of the Irish voice ...I hope that you can spot it!!
