Saint Brigid’s Day

 It’s St. Brigid’s Day


It’s Saint Brigids day and the sun is shining 

Through the clouds above the Bay

Above the train that snakes its way

From Killiney Beach to busy Bray. 


The sound of wheels along the track

The piping horn that brings us back

The rides we had along the coast

The springtime trips we loved the most. 


Winter’s turned the corner and so have we

The birds are chirping in the trees

Their morning chorus above the city

Hope has returned and fills the kitty. 


We never seemed to want so bad

A change in seasons and we’re glad

To see the back of wind and rain

The sky shines blue like southern Spain. 


Hope rises in the chest of young and old

We had lost hope if truth be told 

Forgot the day is shortest right before

The earth swings round and less is more. 


All hail Saint Brigid and her present

Of a public holiday when least expected 

Fifteen centuries after she departed

Concluding now what she had started. 


All those crosses we made at school

Have proved their worth, we were no fools

Proof, if needed, she was always more

Than a TV logo at her core. 

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