Irish Arts Week2015

Irish arts week

Held   up   here in County Greene

 For the year twenty fifteen

Has now   come   and   gone

 So are Mary James and John 

There is not a soul singing

Ceili dancers aren't swinging

 Uillean pipes have no   more   air 
The squeeze  box  sits  on a chair 

The fiddle is in the case 

Of the bodhran there’s no   trace 

Banjo players we salute 
 also   people on the flute

We had no Veronica
 Playing the harmonica

 No   sign of a mandolin
Hats  off   to  Radine O'Flynn

My old poems are not read 

Silence reigns supreme instead 

 As some   people said goodbyes
Tears were seen in many eyes
We are left   here   now alone 
 All the visitors have flown

 Cormac is up in the air 
 heading   back   to County Clare

Mai heading to Tennessee

Loaded cars on twenty three

 All headed for   far off homes
 some   heading   for   jersey foams

East Durham’s soul has expired

 Stimulation is required 

Irish Arts Week is over

The Downey’s were often seen
 He is our king she’s the queen 

 Some of the scenes we will   miss 
A  young   boy  gets his  first  kiss

Idly splashing in the pool 
 With no thoughts of winter school 

 Children   playing   on the ground 
 Inside parents lost in sound 

It was  one hell  of a week
 I'm   so   hoarse  I  can  not  speak 

There was romancing
but   no one ballroom dancing

We are all a year older

 Maybe a little bolder
If not an early riser

 With a bit of luck wiser

A great deal of sleep was missed

Many more were truly pissed
 Alarm clocks were never set

Many breakfasts were not ate

 Rip van Winkle did not snooze 

The bars sold barrels of booze The

 Causing morning headaches
 maybe even worse, the shakes

Mr Galvin back   from a cruise
 Right now needs new dancing shoes