TheEvilField©2024TonyFallon520

 

TheEvilField©2024TonyFallon520

I wandered in the dark evening zone

And felt some peace though I was alone

I must have crossed some evil ground

I wound up going round and round

I was in a valley which was vast

And I was getting nowhere fast.

Slowly I was getting more confused

I am sure by now no way amused

The circle got bigger with no egress

Was I lost forever in such stress

I'd see lights then they would dissappear

No human or living thing was near

I cirled unaware of east or west

Still in the field having not progressed

I could not walk left or straight only right

No pathway or exit was in sight

I could not walk straight or exit spy

Must I walk in circles until I'd die

The buzz in my head I wanted to stop

I was getting tired soon I would drop

Walking my energy started to zap

Yet this was not the right time to nap

To lie down now would be a big mistake

So I started counting to stay awake

It was so dark I couldn;t see my hand

Like a caged prisoner on remand

Now I was in a swamp my feet were wet

And so humid I was soaked in sweat

This whole evening turned out so eerie

Circling was turning me so weary

I thought there was a light from which I shrank

All drained of energhy I slowly sank

My true identity will be revealed

When they find me in this evil field.

TheDanceLegend ©2024TonyFallon55

 TheDanceLegend ©2024TonyFallon55

Whether at a Feis or a parade

Wherever Irish music is played

You will find someone who wants to dance

If only given half a chance

Be she a young colleen or lady

A McCarthy or an O'Grady

Steps may be just one two three four

She is now the queen of the floor

It may be impromptu or unplanned

But the audience will understand

We were so lucky here in Greene

All the Dancers knew their routine

This comes after many lessons

Practiced often at training sessions

Some families were in the dozens

Moms and daughters and first cousins

Steps learned and danced no one forgets

Whether it's jigs reels hornpipes or sets

They were not gaudy they were not loud

Students who made their parents proud

With Mike Farrell in sole command

The weekly training was well planned

Years from now maybe even faster

Girls will,say I learned from the master

Some coaches may be loud or preachers

Mike Farrell was the king of teachers

Jeanne and he kept tradition alive

Two reel  legends on one forty five

CocksOfHay©2024TonyFallon502

 CocksOfHay©2024TonyFallon502

The sun was shining brightly on that late June day

The second day of sunshine we had to save the hay

It had been a wet summer with frequent daily rain

And it would surely rot if it got wet again

It it had not been cut it would have been flattened

Or let the cattle in so they could be fattened

It was a long day's work we were ready after dawn

There was a lot of hay this was more than a lawn

It was a fine big field could be more than five acres

We had a few people with forks and a few rakers

Hay saving was important the cow had to be fed

When in winter she'd spend the cold nights in her shed

Making larger cocks we could no longer postpone

It had been three weeks since the green grass had been mown

It had been turned and tossed twice and turned one time more

Many hands had blisters and fingers that were sore

Knees were sore too from walking around that big field

While blisters and corns on a few feet were concealed

The farmer operated a rake pulled be a horse

He gathered the hay in circles like it was a course

The wife brought us tea sandwiches and bottled water

All the lads perked up later when she sent the daughter

Many cheeks were burned red from not wearing wide sun hats

We called it a day after an invasion of gnats.