In Praise of Cork City

We arrived from the bomb torn north to peace
The city of wide streets back alley St Patrick's Hill
We lived  in Sunday's Well and the bees nested in
our roof the old bee keeper came to collect them
How I loved the city the people the sereneness
It rained everyday till three o clock then the sun
came out and lit the back alley and brought light
Cork had seen its day of war how else did they
get the boot of their necks to be a nation once again
Cork the river flowed thru and the swans graced it
Graced us with their magnificent beauty and stillness
Quiet grace that was Cork a quiet peaceful holy place
St Finbar's bells would ring out every Sunday morning
Now In wonder I ask why did we ever leave such heaven
To come to a place without heart and sad empty place
I  will arise and go now as the poet WB Yeats said I will
arise and go now go now to meet my fate.