Cuatro campos verdes

“¿Qué es lo que yo tenía?” Preguntó la mujer“¿Qué es lo que yo tenía?” Preguntó la orgullosa mujerTenía cuatro campos verdes, cada uno era una joyaPero extraños vinieron e intentaron sacármelosYo tenía hijos buenos y fuertes, que pelearon para salvar…

Ode to Jim McCann

‘twas not long agoThat this man first stepped on earthHis name was Jim McCannAnd with his voice he did enchant In the Emerald Isle one thing was wishedTo us all, can you this grant?The four green fields are more than…

Cliffs of Dunmore

Of wind and salt right by the shoreThe ocean vast, a gentle pathA lofty place, cliffs of DunmoreA winding way, low near the wavesHugged by field and cliff alikeA rusted boat rests by the quayLonging its fate not be decay…

Dairy Tales

In Ireland, dairy farmers know of two seasons only. One of them is cold, dark, and arduous; The other is temperate, lush, and much more relaxed. One would hope that summer would be enough to recharge for the difficult days…

For Éire’s Sake

Language is one of the biggest pillars of identity, and the Irish are fierce when it comes to defending theirs. I believe that their efforts in keeping their language alive and healthy are failing. I will sum up in a…

Three Months With a Fiddle

The discussion on learning a musical instrument as an adult is all-too discouraging, and it doesn’t help when one stumbles upon a video of a kid playing a concerto by Mozart before he’s taken his first steps. Even gifted musicians…

The High Cross Debacle

It was an ordinary day in in Kilkenny, and the light faded as Niall and I herded the cows into the parlour in order to take care of the afternoon’s milking. Niall got the cows from the paddock with the…

Peter Kelly

It was near the month of May and the sun finally made its presence felt, providing us some much-needed heat; the winter had been long and unusually harsh. Peter was no longer in his house, and he waited as the…