THOUGHTS AT DUN LAOGHAIRE

Thoughts at Dun Laoghaire

Dun Leary at the seashore, where the ferry comes and goes.

Stone houses to the shoreline are layered in there rows.

Those sailing boats that tack the wind, the sea birds there to hear…

So many happy faces, as you stroll along the pier…

At low tied on the waters edge, a thickly green seaweed.

The fishermen are casting out, to catch themselves a feed.

Across the bay a tower, made of stone, and very old…

Where that famous Irish author, Joyce…

Penned Ulysses…So I’m told…

To the north a headland Howth, with lighthouse standing tall…

And flash its warning light, when the nighttime dark does fall…

But today the sun is shinning, and the Irish Sea is blue.

At Dun Laoghaire on the pier, where all your dreams come true…   …   …   And yes, them dreams were free… 

Ah them sailing boats cutting across the water, the seabirds flying high, with a backdrop of a deep and wide sky, lots of people out there walking, and digging the scene…

There’s a big time World Cup soccer vibe goin’ down, and as I watch them games on the TV; after a couple of weeks, the rest of those famous footballing country’s got kicked out, so, it’s all sorted out for the final…France [the frogs], plays Italy [the wogs]… to have four 4 years and hold that coveted piece of gold…

Well Thursday comes along, Bard an Maria has gone to work, and I finds myself in a comfortable seated position, watching Wimbledon, where they eat strawberry’s with cream, sip on Champagne in the sun, while watching a top rated tennis tournament…Anyhow later on in the day, I’m goofing off out in the back yard, when I gots to take a leak, so way back behind the plumb tree, up there where them two old stone walls meet, I flops it out for a snakes hiss, got me hand on and hosing…Then right then and there…           A wham, whoomph and a whoosh, with a hiss and crackle, a big hot flame shoots skyward… Somehow while freaking the beak, I turn my self-tap off, I do a take and look around to see Bard an Maria, wide eyed, looking out the window, and I haven’t tucked myself in, or have I shook the drips…

 Well, in hindsight it was the bloke next door, just on the other side of that stonewall fence, firing up a petrol fueled, double quick time burn off… not a leftover forgotten about bomb that I might have pissed upon…

Later on, me an Bard stroll down the street, laughing an a talking bout that crazy situation, we catch some live music and put down a few pints, in the pub at Teranure…

Ok so when I open my lids it’s Friday morning; sometime late last night, I vaguely recall tripping out on some of them wild Buckowski mad crazy horizontal reading raves…

Maria’s off to France for a week, to laze and gaze in the highlands, and lounge about that summertime pool, sometimes studying a bit for that solicitor’s certificate, while Brian and brothers Brenden ‘n’ John were up there on the slope watching the Peleton peddle by…

Ok, so I’m sitting in the late morning sun, jotting down a diary in my little school size, 64-page exercise book; then I up an do the dishes, while outside, a gentle breeze is blowing, the summer sun is shinning; it’s a comfortable 25, as I’m stepping up the street, I got me daggy baggy shorts on, with those blue Rivers sandals on me feet, I cross the road and look about, ya see I’m out to purchase the makings of a Lamb Stew, it’s on the menu, for tonight…

Now lets see, two Lamb chops, not to fatty, a nice little round crinkly green Savoy cabbage, a couple of real orange carrots, a brown skinned onion, and a few little white Irish spuds, with some garlic cloves, home grown Bay leaves, and a sprig from that backyard Rosemary bush, it be orright

In the arvo I’m at the kitchen cutting up this stuff, an putting it in the cooking pot, along with right amount of pepper ‘n’ salt, and that other most important ingredient; if ya gunna make a good stew you gotta put your love into it, and keep ya eye on things…

While that pot simmers, and the smells are good; I watch a DVD and wait for Bard to return from work, the wine was fine in that time…