2013 08 30
13 April 1939 – 30 August 2013
Who could build an oak coffin big enough
to contain seventy years of grand vision
from that Irish giant who wields shovel pen
to unearth silent fear with chanting songs?
Now clovers sprout from aching heart of love
and tendrils of hope weave contending hearts
of warring men who share island of mist
so all may join hands and recite his last song.
Come together at fall of our green giant
where waves wash rugged Clochan an Aifir
erected by his hands with ancient words
to found island of peace we all may share.