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…

Unrequited

It is the harshest of dilemmasOne that to me happens oftExpecting something, ‘er I approachAnd instead, I just get naught I raise my head and loud I askWhat it is, that must be doneFor my love she doth not want…

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…

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…