St. Patrick’s Day, William Street

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Vehicles in the Parade

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Some Listowel People in Far Flung Places for the Saint’s Day

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Another Ballybunion Puzzle

This lovely little spot by the playground used to have tables and benches for the children placed there by Ballybunion Tidy Towns.

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People at the Listowel Parade

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A Poem from Anne Mulcahy

The River

For Hannah, my Friend

My friend is a Traveller and I am a Country-Buffer  –

 she has left an imprint on me like a fossil, 

zig zag incisions that mould the hardest rock,

 planting themselves – living forever.

The delicate sprig of friendship has blossomed 

became a mountain with flowing spring waters.

The shared moments caught for us a time of no divide,

a silver net catching the Salmon Boyne- 

– like a sparkling clear river – our friendship swelled

 – each flow equal to the next –

 our laughter shattered the thin vail that hovers –

between prejudice and unity – 

between the –  I’ll accept you –  on my terms, fallacy 

 Prejudice acts as a lever to elevate our inferior selves

 to heights of dizzy disillusion –

Society feeding the layered segmentation segregation – 

like ladders – steps of insanity to clouds of fanaticism –

no one wants the bottom rung! 

Instead we cling foolishly to the middle ground,  

shouting –I’m good today –  I’m better than you!.

Refusing to be fossils in Rivers of friendship.

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