26/04/2026
Thank you to Mr Pat Crawford for this beautiful poem
The Garravogue with all its might rushes through the town in spite
Of rocks and stones that try to coax the raging waters to the coast.
In Osta there’s a friendly lot
Sipping morning coffee hot
A man beside me reads The Times
Retired, at ease, and peace of mind.
Some students sit at other places
With anxious frowns upon their faces.
They check their phones and share their likes.
Devouring endless social bytes.
The old man folds his paper tight, Pays his bill and steps outside
The students linger, scrolling still
Viral updates stream at will.
And me, I sit somewhere between The Here and now, and long ago— with memories of friends of old
And dreams fulfilled, those thoughts I hold.
Outside the windows traffic hums, A bus exhales, a cyclist comes. The river full with winter rainwill empty to the oceans gain.
Oh Garravogue, you do delight
You’ll race forever, day and night,
While some, like foam upon its tide
Will float unknown in online void.