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Dec 2011
A simple curved stone bench
Set in a rustic niche.
Outside, this city bustles,
here, time passes by the inch.
There’s a fine array of roses
and stone tablets on the wall.
The inscription is in Irish,
It tells of a rise and fall.
As I sit, quiet, here
Near the bronze children of Lir
The reflecting pool brims full
of my races’ gathered tears.
In Dublin,Ireland , there is a park at the foot of O'Connell Street near Parnel square dedicated to the men and women of the Easter rising of 1916. The bronze statute " the Children of Lir" commemorates the martyrs in the cause of Irish independence. I have written of that time in my poem "The Easter Rising". Yeats visited the topic more successfully in "Easter, 1916". Of course he was there and he knew them personally.
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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