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Post by Administrator on Mar 6, 2020 0:31:50 GMT
No cross of Iron, just of wood, I cast of the Old Head, a simple tribute as I could to the “Glorious dead” Three remembrances on the day, I penned each cross with ink, Each bore a reference to a ship and a lost relative in the brink. No Shamrock or the clover, if put upon the sea, could represent Kinsale men, that helped keep our Country free. My ancestors were all Irish, U-boats ensured we would never meet, They bravely served a Nation, ensuring no defeat. These men did hail from Kinsale, from the Emerald Island many more: Putting the troubles behind them, they attempted to help settle the score. They joined in to keep the “LIFE LINES OPEN” and helped to win in a war, No shamrocks or clover to thank them, but then again who foresaw the many brave Irish, not coming back to his Celtic shore: K.
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