Jim O'Donnell

Rookie (That old my birth certs is expired / Glasgow)

Jim O'Donnell Poems

1. Children Playing 9/7/2010
2. Florence Nightingale 3/6/2009
3. Baldness 4/27/2009
4. My Sister's 60th 4/27/2009
5. Desert Island 3/5/2010
6. Laundry Spirits 3/8/2009
7. Drugs 12/11/2010
8. Hero's 3/1/2009
9. Workmates 3/15/2009
10. White Clydesdale Horse 12/11/2010
11. Dear Friend 3/1/2009
12. The Stonemason 2/15/2010
13. Tenement Close 3/23/2010
14. Armed Forces 3/1/2009
15. Open Your Mind 9/16/2010
16. Family Tree 6/27/2010
17. Fly Fishing 3/1/2009
18. The End Of An Era 3/6/2009
19. My Wife 25 Years 3/1/2009
20. Virgin Snow 2/10/2010
21. Shining Bright 2/15/2010
22. Spirit Guide 6/27/2010
23. A Friend A Pal A Buddy 9/16/2010
24. Loch Mary’s 10/13/2010
25. Fisherman’s Dream 9/26/2010
26. Beginning Of Time 12/11/2010
27. Path Beyond 9/16/2010
28. Baldness Has Gone 9/26/2010
29. Always There 9/16/2010
30. Your Hidden Secret 9/16/2010
31. Misty Loch 9/23/2010
32. Poachers Moon 9/23/2010
33. Derby Dales 3/23/2010
34. The Gorbals 4/20/2010
35. Friendly Face 7/28/2010
36. Parting Friends 8/6/2010
37. Nicky's Pain 8/27/2010
38. Funny Old Heart 9/5/2010
39. Dead Wood 9/28/2009
40. My Wife 3/1/2009
Best Poem of Jim O'Donnell

Children Playing

Children playing in the street
Dirty face and dirty feet
Skipping ropes and singing songs
This will last all summer long

Fresh air as there playing out
Keeps them fit as they run about
Games they play I know so well
As my journey back to my childhood dreams

Remembering the days no money about
All us kids just played out
Ancient games our parents would play
I still remember to this day

Skipping ropes tug of war
And playing tag I adored
Playing out from dawn to dusk
Happy were we school was done

Dinner time what did we care
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The Job

You worked so hard said “its not fair”
And many times you pulled your hair
The paper work was everywhere
For forests then you did not care

You had some headaches and lots of stress
You pushed so hard to be the best
All those hours and late late nights
You wouldn’t give up without a fight

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