A Poem for Gaza

I knew you as a small boy
Playing dreidel in the sand.
Your father was the Rabbi,
Your Mama my best friend.

We went to school together,
And both sang khanuka songs.
Our days were warm and happy,
Before a thousand wrongs.

I loved you as a brother
When our homes were heart by heart.
But they built a wall of hatered
To drive us far apart.

One day last week I found you
Lying legless in the sand,
A bullet through your shoulder,
An AK in your hand.

I knew you as a small boy
Playing dreidel in the sand.
Your father was the Rabbi,
Your Mama my best friend.


By Ben Nuttal-Smith.

Celebrating the Meath Writers' Circle victory at the Battle of the Books.



Meath Writers' win the Battle of the Books

Just licking my wounds after the Battle of the Books in which the Meath Writers' Circle emerged victorious.

Pictured above beside score board L/R: Michael Sheils,Tommy Murray holding trophy and Frank Murphy.

Photo courtesy, Paddy Smyth of the Boyne Writers' 

Pictured some of the audience.

Myself reading.

Battle of the Books

Looking forward to the Battle of the Books, which is planned for Sunday 8th July in the Castle Hotel Trim, starting at 1.30pm. CLICK HERE for more information then click satire competition then click the website

Thanks for the Memories

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BLACK BEAUTY

Click pic to read

Guinness

Black Beauty

Dressed to please

With that creamy head

My first thrill

Love still

Bill

Michael " The Sheriff " Sheils.