ON AN APPLE-RIPE SEPTEMBER MORNING
ON AN APPLE-RIPE SEPTEMBER MORNING Patrick Kavanagh (1904 – 1967) On an apple-ripe September morning Through the mist-chill fields I went With a pitch-fork on my shoulder Less for use than for devilment. The...
ON AN APPLE-RIPE SEPTEMBER MORNING Patrick Kavanagh (1904 – 1967) On an apple-ripe September morning Through the mist-chill fields I went With a pitch-fork on my shoulder Less for use than for devilment. The...
Past Times Revisited To celebrate the millennium vintage came to the fore in Louth when a number of enthusiasts got together to arrange the inaugural show. The day coincided with the visit of +Bishop...
The crowds have come from near and far To recall the days of yore, As the steam engine and the threshing mill Come down the hill once more. The hay was cut, the corn...
Knockbridge is the name of the Village, On the map it does not show very plain, But the spirit is high in the Village, That stands on the hill oer the Fane. There is...