CRADLE

cradle

Divided old River Lee

You held us together,

Your streams - our dreams

Trapped in old ways,

You left us to create our Gods

From within -

Ringey, Holy Joe, Andy Gaw.

Our tribe admired genius

Respected egits,

For we all drank from the same Mad Chalice

With bishops, priests and mercy nuns.

Divided Old River Lee

You flowed in our veins

Through blood-red hearts,

You sent passions cascading like our voices

Lilting singing cursing crying breathing

Dying ; Entombing the past.

Finally to awake to see silver droplets

Riding clouds above Goughane.

Oh our new waters – our new dreams

Rushing out to Roches Point

And beyond to Sargasso Sea.

jim archer