We need to the potato eaters The remnant of Cromwel's Holachaust We need to learn from them Who struggled against the children of the dragon spawn The children of the woman stayed There in the sod they lived and prayed.
There once was a poet named William Blake, He made me a huge battenburg cake It stuck firm in my throat, Before turning into a slithering stoat Befriending Blake was a terrible mistake
@Jack Skerne "The best lack all conviction, And the worst are full of passionate intensity". Let's add Yeats into this contentious potpourri. And for your edification and enlightenment it's all drivel. All of it
Real down-to-earth approach to poetry with lucid and life-like description of events in detail. Wish you the very best in the other world, Mr. Seamus and may God bless your soul.
