Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
If you have a poem you'd like to see published in The Irish Examiner then send it to:
The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
1040 Jackson Avenue, Third Floor
Long Island City
NY 11101
or, preferably, you can email it direct to
ronniemcginn@eircom.net.
If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Andy Hamilton is the Manager of the New York Metro Pipe Band (2011 World Champions, Grade 3B), and is the author of this week's poem.
There is a genuine simplicity to this poem that without being subtle or refined in form appeals directly to something within each of us.
It expresses a true feeling without sentimentality or sensationalism.
It has a direct expression of love, admiration, joy, sorrow and acceptance, but most of all it has an inner melody that sings itself to us.
Thank you Andy!
The Piper on the Shore
Far distant keening,
Souls on fire,
Fa da do dum duram die.
Forever yearning,
Sinews straining,
Fa da do hi duram die.
Tortured tones on trembling chanter,
Bending air, notes low to high,
All is lost, but not forgotten,
Hi dee duram duram die.
All I love is now in ruins,
Nothing can be as before,
For I have seen the glen afire,
And heard the piper on the shore.
© Andy Hamilton
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