‘The Gathering’ and Other Poetry by Brian Mc Cabe The Society January 27, 2016 Beauty, Culture, Poetry The Gathering Upon the 400th anniversary of the founding of the town of Virginia in Ireland Oh town of the Virgin Queen I hear you call me back To your ancient Way of Woods following Vikings track Your castle is long gone But your market house still stands Four hundred years have passed Since the founding fathers hands Your broad three-sided square Which saw the fair days long The church looks haughty on Car boot sales crowds and throng New houses now spring up New people move around Strange voices in the air Of an Irish country town I left you long ago And went, as young men do, To places far away To graze on pastures new But now you call me back To celebrate with you A gathering unique Four centuries renewed Spring Tanka Now Spring time is here Snow drops of white will appear Behind them will come Yellow harbringers of sun Daffodils of the New Year A Child Is Born Today a child is born, into tomorrow’s world A tiny little mite, around its mother curled Is that a smile I see? They tell me its just wind But I look upon your face and I’m the one who grins I hope your world is kind, and all your days are glad For this time is full of woe and many lives are sad Lets hope that it improves, in the years which are to come, And your future is fulfilled in whatever you become This world can be unfair, between the rich and poor I pray disease and death a distance from your door Your fate may be decided by the colour of your skin But I hope your future rests on what you are within Tomorrow is uncertain, in this world in which we live, But I hope that in your lifetime, you have a gift to give The answer to our problems, or a way to carry on Upon this little earth, third planet from the sun A little baby sleeping, as we start a brand new year A joyful new born bundle, who as yet knows no fear This greeting I address you, whether boy or girl Take care, for you inherit, our brave Tomorrow’s world Featured Image: An Irish castle. Brian Mc Cabe is a retired civil servant in Ireland, who is now pursuing an interest in creative writing, and has had a number of poems and short stories published in Ireland. He writes for a number of journals on the subjects of history and archaeology, and has recently published Dear Miss B: A collection of Edwardian Postcards. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.