Poetry by Jim Doolan
O to see again
Across the fields and meadows,
I cast a cautious eye,
Perchance to catch a fleeting glimpse
Of fairies, O so shy.
For many years I’ve watched forlorn,
To catch a further view
Of what I saw one Summer’s morn
Upon the sun-kissed dew.
Their wings were as gossamer,
Their form so dainty fair;
I noted that their greatest gift
Was lovely soft-blown hair;
It fell down sleekly from their heads
Caressing slender spines,
The gentle breeze made tresses flow
In trailing, wistful lines.
They floated just above the ground
And sweetly sang a song
With lilting tune and wondrous words
That dared me sing along.
Their smiles were glowing; soft and warm,
Their faces so serene
I long again to catch a sight
Of that endearing scene.
But, perhaps I am now past the age
When fairies, I can see;
Yet from the look on my child’s face,
I know they’re here with me
(06/06/94)
The rescue
It wis a dreich nicht
Thone time Jamie wis saved
he wis lucky
tae hiv bin taen awa
fae a gey sair place.
It wis chuckin doon hailstones
lik pellets fae an airgun
yon fatefu nicht.
Noo, he’s nae mind
O hoo he gote intae
yon pickle.
It wis jest lik
oanie ither nicht
when Jamie McSonnachan
stertit oot;
bit hoo oor Jamie
endit hauf naikit
up a mountain
is fair baffling tae me
an mair besides.
The last thing Lamie mindit
wis huvin a few haufs
oot a boatle o whisky
in his wee hoose
in Barmulloch,
It’s telt he foned his faither
an sed he wis hauf wey
up a hill
jest north o Arran.
He’s nae mind o fonin
aebdy yon nicht
an it’s telt he wis babbling
a load o keek.
Sumhoo or ither
he wis locatit
an taen tae hoaspital
yon dey Jamie wis rescued.
( 14/04/2016)
Teacher, teacher
Teacher, teacher please help me
My life seems in a mess,
My Arithmetic is hopeless,
My English even less.
My History is very poor,
My Maths is even worse
My Geography is not mapped out
And Civics makes me curse.
My drawing is not well defined
And Physics, it lacks drive.
Teacher, teacher please help me,
‘cause I am only five.
(05/08/1987)
Jim Doolan.
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