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Finbarre's and Before

Stone-faced listed buildings on Dean Street
Cast smallshadows on their opposite neighbours,
Elizabeth fort stone still standing,
Two pigeons on moss and ivy laden walls
Bob in dating dance,
As St. Finbarre's cathedralled spires
Battle their way to the heavens,
Encouraged and heralded by St Michael's golden figure.
Past Carrigbaree accommodation and before Proby's bistro,
Iron black gates invite the wayward and the wont,
And through its glorious apostolic entrance be welcome.

A Buttery Exchange

Daily intercourse of symbolic gestures
Reaped the benefit of economic structure,
A magnetic force to draw farm labours
To market and gain on butter,
A creamy mixture blended in the farmer's yard,
A branded idea that sailed the seas
To foreign shores and international acclaim.
Today we hear the ghost staccato shouts
And faint echoes of rumbling carts
Under the shade of the frontal portico
And admire the modern craftwork within.

Sun Rest

The rest period has arrived,
Our feet sweat under the hill-strain,
An upward struggle in the life of the hill,
Where we all like to make it to the top.
This is our Croagh Patrick - city style,
A test of our city nerve and endurance,
One foot in front and then the other,
We gain and lose in feet.
The large houses wink encouragement,
And then the top is within reach.
O glorious St. Patrick, the view,
The view is miraculous and revealing
The city in its dust and river sparkle
Spreads before us in a constant visual feast.
St. Patrick pray for us,
And... thank God for the car.