Oh Terrance, This is a fine poem. I'm going to be saving a copy of this. Thank you so very much for writing it, and for adding your own bit of glory to your fine family name. Terrance O'Dwyer <[email protected]> writes: > With some trepidation, I attach the following: > > > > le haghaidh ár gcara agus múinteoir > > A Corkman from Michigan came > To Beara, his real home. > And the master of the classroom > Became the source of great renown-- > > For the Yanks and all the others > He could not turn away; > Giving comfort with his answers > Of where our ancestors lay. > > This son of Ballycrovane > Whose father led the raid > Surprising British soldiers > And hastening the day > > Of Irish independence > Tis something to behold > A story true of bravery > That never will grow old. > > This Dwyer from Ardgroom > From one very gifted clan > Preserved they our music-- > And now we think it grand > > Dwyers of Cailroe > Of Toormore and Ardigole > Indeed, everyone derived from Beara > Is saddened to the soul > > To know that Riobard O’Dwyer > Wants some time for this own > To while away a day or two > With his beloved Joan > > No. Lucky are we that have met him; > Whose paths crossed in some way; > And I think it true, we must agree > He’s a man we don’t meet every day. -- Bill