when the men from Cloontia Came


William Brendan Mc Phillips


The men of Cloontia wore the wool and hair
In awe to draw the looking into stare,
The plaids were unexpected blue, green, tan
And hair was parted lower left and ran
Up hill in waves of daring curve and sheen
To add an inch or two we'd never seen.
Their shoulder pads went sideways through the door
And ties enough to make the local four
And all the hand cupped envy on the street
Forgot the aching back and sugar beet
The men of Mayo went across the sea
To pick potatoes, sugar beets and be
Like gods of Winter tossing shillings where
They only drew a giggle or a glare