Poems of John O'Brien
|1.||Around the Boree Log||1/1/2004|
|2.||Could I hear the Kookaburras once again||1/1/2004|
|5.||Six Brown Boxer Hats||1/1/2004|
|7.||The Altar Boy||1/1/2004|
|9.||The Little Irish Mother||1/1/2004|
|11.||The Old Bush School||1/1/2004|
|12.||The Presbyt'ry Dog||1/1/2004|
They hadn't met for fifty years, or was it fifty-one ?
They'd parted when their ship arrived their separate ways to run.
The old Baptismal Register back home in County Clare
Held both their names in faded ink, the same day written there.
Together in the parish school they conned the ABC,
Together, too, they went along to join the seminary.
Together in their long white albs with new-anointed hands
They took the yoke and sailed away to work in foreign lands;
Nor did they meet again