Michael Davitt’s Turf Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Michael Davitt’s Turf



Michael Davitt’s gift of Irish turf
Was stolen one night from Celtic’s pitch,
The thieves crept in when the sky was dark
And stole a piece of Ireland from Celtic Park.

Were it went to, no one could say
When the fans went to watch the Celtic play,
It was probably uprooted and planted in a box
By a regular attendee over at Ibrox.

Dec’31st 2003

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