Photo Credit & Related Story: Melancholicus I am wet through, relentless rain lashes down My dampening features take on a sad frown Murky clouds are emptying themselves away Flooding earth below, making a miserable day I trudge silently towards home, slowly soaking My body is splattered, coldly fuming, dripping My black raincoat is on, the umbrella held high Puddles underneath my feet splash as I walk by Perhaps tomorrow the sun will shine in the sky To dry my mood, to introduce a contented sigh "I can hear the curlew passing overhead. But, my friend, this road is well trod and he, whoever he was, who first passed this way, deserves the salute of the nation. I would like the three Marys of illustrious renown to be with us. Our deeds of last week are the most splendid in Ireland’s history.I am but a mere follower and I must say Oiche Mhaith.'* Bobby Sands *Oiche Mhaith - Good Night Photo Credit: Peregrine's Bird Photography "Nowadays we are all of us so hard up that the only pleasant things to pay are compliments. I would like the friends of Heaven to be gathered around us from all parts. People will say hard things of us now, but we shall be remembered by posterity and blessed by unborn generations.Now like the old Irish minstrel, I have hung up my harp because my songs are all sung.John Mc Cormack June 1884 September 1945 “I do not believe that a child can be reformed by lock and key and bars, or that fear can ever develop a child’s character.” Father Edward J. Roscommon on July 13, 1886 and founded Boys Town in Omaha, Nebraska in 1921.A special offer for Irish Culture and Customs visitors: 10% discount on all products!
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