Erin's Paddy
A Snatch away
"but I am innocent!"
my plight
so sudden left guttered
I am innocent
please help me
The tower stood, creeping before me
I knew it was
The penalty
The great key that opened my cage
Dark rank smell
A living hell
All sealed
The wax has dried
My final hours
tis here
Shall I reside
My plight
for this last moment
I shall not make a burden
"Still the bell tolled"
I grasped all I could
to squeeze all my good
Forgive those against me
I leave
To only be understood
I always believed
Then
The executioner's
Silent shout
"And the bell tolled"
Deep down in my wet, rat ridden
cell
dripping waters
slow growing
the mold within my walls
My optical vision
heart felt call
for a rat
I called Saul
Alive breathing a moment dear Saul
My only friend
What fear would he know of mine
to where I sit writing
awaiting my time
I'm about to be slaughtered
You love me I know
you live amongst the slime
My final days of this time
My time has come
The guards are here
You know I caused no crime
Off you go now
make sure you come back
For the innocence's like me
To share company
Of a crime
That was not as we see
ssshhh who would ever say
Hear Saul
my family starved
In beds of wheat
Sickness abound
Couldn't let it happen
it was only me
no body around
My love for you all
We ate well that night
Yes unmastered
To carry on with the peoples plight
Crushing apples
They wanted me dead
No worries
to the core
of old ways they bled
"I stole the apples I stole the bread
even chance of squirted milk
I stole upon my stealth"
Hiding in the rubbish dump
hide and seek
my friend beside me
Full tummy we had
Stirring..... soldiers noticed
Then his friend
shot dead
They were 14 years old
then
Incarcerated Paddy was
To slip away
Ships ahoy!
Such a young
Aged boy
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Sophia E
XX
For you My Paddy
My Grand Dad xx
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
To a truly amazing Grand dad
He choose my middle name Erin...He was a beautiful guy, he also used to create little ships inside bottles, he had a very hard life In Ireland but with the staunch he made it, he cared...for his fellow people.....a great sailor too, cape horn was his specialty back then with the massive clippers just as time was changing..1929....wonderful man!!!!
In memory today of his passing..
I named my son... Lucan, from where my grand dad was born..
A beautiful day Paddy, of all that's abound...on that ship is you, no fear, the crows nest, you shout at the wind, loving it!!!...bye Paddy..xxxxxxxx your Sophia Erin......
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