At Casey’s After Mass (John O Brien Poems)
There's a weather-beaten sign-post where the track turns towards the west,Through the tall, white, slender timber, in the land i ...
John O Brien Poems on Past (15 Poems)
The Old Mass Shandryden (John O Brien Poems)
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
The Trimmin’s on the Rosary (John O Brien Poems)
Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;Dripping ...
Making Home (John O Brien Poems)
No, you don't quite get the meaning when the fun is at its heightWith the neighbours at the breakfast, and ...
His Father (John O Brien Poems)
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
Currajong (John O Brien Poems)
Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with mingled love and prideOf stirring deeds that live and thrill the quiet ...
Honeymooning (John O Brien Poems)
To the rooms where I am dining in the glaring city's dayCome the happy honeymooners from the country far away,Two ...
Said Hanrahan (John O Brien Poems)
"We'll all be rooned," said HanrahanIn accents most forlornOutside the church ere Mass beganOne frosty Sunday morn.The congregation stood about,Coat-collars ...
The Little Irish Mother (John O Brien Poems)
Have you seen the tidy cottage in the straggling, dusty street,Where the roses swing their censers by the door?Have you ...
Could I hear the Kookaburras once again (John O Brien Poems)
May a fading fancy hover round a gladness that is over?May a dreamer in the silence rake the ashes of ...
The Meeting (John O Brien Poems)
They hadn't met for fifty years, or was it fifty-one ?They'd parted when their ship arrived their separate ways to ...
The Helping Hand (John O Brien Poems)
When that hour comes when I shall sit alone,And ponder on the things that were, but are no more,The while ...
When Old Man Carey Died (John O Brien Poems)
A night of wind and driving rain, No light on land or sky-The sharp squalls shook the window-pane And scurried loudly by,When ...
Peter Nelson’s Fiddle (John O Brien Poems)
Do you ever dream you hear it, you who went the lonely track?Do you ever hear its simple melodiesTossing round ...
One by One (John O Brien Poems)
With trust in God and her good man She settled neath the spur;The old slab dwelling, spick and span, Was world enough ...