Poems

Poem

Oh to be in Magherabeg

Where I was adult free

From sun up til head down,

Stomping through streams in worn out wellies,

Chasing rams down to the Swilly.

Poem

It was the summer

when Now and Laters

 

cost a nickel

and The Fantastic Four,

 

a buck.

When I met

 

Harriet Tubman

Overheard in a Tower Block
Poem

I’m amazing

Seriously I’m really very cool

When I went to school

With the headmaster

I drafed the rules.

 

We studied my hair

My cares

Poem

This is my story.
It is mine alone because I am the one who needs
to tell it.
I am the one who is still here,
no longer stage right but