W.B.Yeat's children Ann and Michael at Thoor Ballylee with their housekeeper in 1924. This photograph was taken by Thomas Hynes, Killinna, Gort. W.M.Quinn Collection
Guaire 1993 Issue 26
Everlasting by Frank Lally
A stroller stood beside the old stone seat and grieved, On seeing there a name long since engraved By hands seeking place in other times Beyond their span, when they had rung their chimes. The seat still stands, forgotten hands are in the clay. “Futile!”, the stroller sadly goes his way Yet centuries will wear to sand a stone, But for each soul there’s an eternal throne.
Guaire Christmas Edition 1986
Blossoms by Frank Lally
Moist, pink and white against the blue Spring sky The apple blossom’s beauty caught my eye When resting there beside a moss-clad wall, I let their silent sunlight me enthral.
“Enjoy them now”, an old man cried, “They lie all petal promise, soon will drop and die When Summer fills with blooms each bideing bow’r, Those buds will turn to crabs, harsh, hard and sour”.
Brave, sure and true along the dew damp land, The singing children came: a flower chain; Bright chanting ruled the rhythm of their feet Living a world inviolate, complete. While listening to them as they went their way I moved within that I might for them pray.
