No Words
In memory of those who lost their lives and those injured tragically in Creeslough, Co. Donegal, Ireland.
And then sometimes,there are no words.They who dreamed the weekend,stopped off for a drop of diesel,The daily paper and twenty Majora perm, a sandwich collect their pension;a chit chat that salvaged the dayfrom the sombre tick of a kitchen clock. In these dayswhen apples greenon laboured boughs,lift the handle of a petrol pumpscan the pages of a national paperstand silent in a deli counter lineand turn thoughtsto those lives changedand lost at Creeslough.