bobby is a guide dog a golden labrador
just to help the blind is all that he lives for
he was just a puppy not to long ago
and in to a guide dog bobby he would grow

he would bring the mail coming through the door
pick up anything lying on the floor
guide them cross the road when it was safe to go
bobby he was clever and always seem  to know

he was alway gentle loving and so kind
just to help the blind  was always on his mind
everybodies  hero they all loved him so
a very special dog that everyone would know

WALKING FROM THE RISING SUN TO KILDARE TOWN.

I take up
my stick &

walk:
back into my past.

Planting the countryside
of my youth

with each step
the years falling away.

The young me unfolds
into being.

The flag of self unfurls
snaps into the lost moment.

My shadow strides
ahead of me

impatient with this
flesh and blood man.

My shadow stops
waits for me to

catch up
catch my breath.

He stares at me
with broken dandelion eyes

a green milk bottle top
mimics a nose

a leaf acted
as a smile.

I laugh at this me
created by chance

and happenstance
step once more

into my shadow's footsteps
let it lead the way.

A tree which had been
there since I had been three

sarcastically remarks" "Oh, is it
yer self that's...in it?"

"It is!" says I
addressing the sky

spread before me
a vast blue field.

Furze blazes
with yellow.

Horses turn to
the gallops.

The sudden thunder of hooves
jockeying with laughter.

I left here to
make something of myself.

I, then...a nervous nobody
returning now

a mere nothing
a success only at failure.

I recite Hopkins
to a straying sheep.

The sheep suspiciously
regards this poet

hitting his stride now
"Nothing is so..."

The sheep coughs.

"... beautiful as
Spring!"

I tell a passing cloud
who is in too much of a hurry.

The poet's proud words
falling by the wayside

as me-then and
the me of now

stroll down
(cane nonchalantly in hand)
memory lane.

The Future hiding just

up around the

corner.

*

Set off with my chipped ankle and on a stick forgetting how far it would be....so it was my past revisited me and came to view this hobbly old man who claimed he was once this young boy!
All it proved was that I was an auld codger who didn't know his left foot from his right! But by God I can limp a good 4 miles as well as any other auld fella.

Every heart
Wants to
         Be loved
      Unconditionally
         However
I’ve come to learn
    The key to receive
              That love
           You crave
                    For
       Is to First
             Give it
      Without prejudice
          
We want to
        be excepted
      In our imperfection
                     Yet
            Refuse to
         Love anyone
                    Or
              Anything
          We do not deem
                 Perfect.
     Dare
to love
       Unconditionally
              And watch
                     Your heart
               Reap a bountiful
                      Harvest
                             Of
                Rich love
                       And
                     I
            Forever
                Promise
                      You
                       It
             Will worth  it
                        
  Cheers to love !

grey stone sky, ghost clouds crying to the wind,
remembering the distant wave.
the moon was the whitening mists of time,
was the quiver of a musical note,
her broad branches silver seas,
her caverns quiet visions of light.
i stride the shores of oblivion where
dark ages hide, where the ocean falls,
i capture infinite moons in my
mouth, capture something bright,
something of you that i bless,
something of you that grows out
of the dark, glimmering like a night frost,
midnight stars dipped in a clear lake
and as the surface gleams and reflects,
how the water ripples in little blue tides.