Post by Administrator on Nov 9, 2011 23:34:26 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.