JINGLE ON MY SON!

JINGLE ON MY SON!
A doughty champion of his local culture.(Poet Tom Hubbard)Your performance at the city hall was soooooooooo good! Christoph thought it was excellent! (Carolyn)

17.5.11

Garden of Remembrance, Dublin


This garden is dedicated to the memory of all those who gave their lives in the cause of Irish freedom.


WE SAW A VISION (a poem by Liam Mac Uistin)

In the darkness of despair we saw a vision, We lit the light of hope and it was not extinguished,
In the desert of discouragement we saw a vision, We planted the tree of value and it blossomed,
In the winter of the bondage we saw a vision, We melted the snow of lethargy and the river of resurrection flowed from it.

We sent our vision aswim like a swan on the river.

The vision became a reality. Winter became summer. Bondage became freedom. And this we left to you as your inheritance.

O generation of freedom remember us, the generation of the vision.

the jingling geordie

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