Driving through the frocess in the snow

two lines of trees consent to let us go

it tells a story of long ago

another love that won't let go ....it told me



Something about Ireland

something I should know

something about Ireland

something makes me want to go



Standing in the suberbs at midnight

out of the warm of dim TV light

a cold shiver gripped on hearing the distant sound

these dangerous places can turn your head around

thet tell me ....



Families meet families mutter

backdrop radio news stutters

dead body in a dead-end street

men media on while widows meet



In sunlit morn crossing the red sea

two lights laugh from a hillside and beckon me

"mythical light of the ever present hope"

bidding farewell,letting me know, telling me