TOMMY REDDY Now all that remains of you Are fragments of memory, Pieces of a broken cup That a plough turns up; Your brilliantined black hair And the tall stoop Of a young-old labouring man; Midland cowboys without horses, We roved the green largesse Of a thirty acre farm; Hedges and ditches And the red slash of poppies And gentle meandering cows; Innocence drifted up With the meadowsweet; In nearby Edgeworthstown A church bell sounded; And you turned away To say the Angelus The harmony of our souls Was complete. -- Maureen Charlton, "Extended Wings", Rathmine Writers/Dublin