Sunday, March 1, 2009


At a meeting of the Meath Writers Circle, Tommy Murray showed us a old postcard and asked us to write a poem based on the card.


They're dancing! dancing! dancing!
Shouts the little boy
As he runs down the hill
And joyous music fills the air
As a man dances with his lady fair
Dancing to a nick nock tune
With joyous spritely steps
Whose the blackhaired beauty
Dancing with your man
Whispers a bystander
She's too good for him
I'll tell you that
Wouldn't you think
He'd get rid of the stick
And take off his hat
No doubt he'll do that
At the end of the day
When the sun sinks in the west
Not if I can help it
Be God I think I'll take a chance
And ask her to dance
Before the sun sinks in the west
If I play my cards right
I could be with her tonight
If not tomorrow
Michael ' The Sheriff ' Sheils

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