DAN
Nice things have all been said now
The mourners gone away
He’s fast asleep
Down in the deep
In his lonely grave of clay.
He was nearly forty-seven
A man, but still a boy
A class apart,
With a fragile heart,
The bike; his favoured toy.
The country roads were heaven,
The hills he didn’t mind.
To reach the crest
He’d stop and rest,
New energy to find.
Then down into the village,
He’d free-wheel with delight
And all the clan
Shout ‘Howye’ Dan?
And he’d exclaim: ‘Alright.’
He was never good at speaking,
Indistinct and flat,
And very shy
When passers-by
Would stop for a little chat.
But never dull or boring,
With humour sharp and bright;
He had a view
And always knew
What was wrong and what was right.
As oft I went a walking
I’d meet him on my way
His charm and wit
I must admit
Would always make my day.
He could almost talk for Ireland
Had all the local news
With stutter and spit
Embellished in wit
He’d splutter out his views.
His Mum was his vocation,
Cared for her day and night
Two brothers gone,
Dad followed on,
He was her beacon light.
And now they’re all together
In peace, the happy clan;
No more he’ll ride
The countryside
We now all miss you, Dan.
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HEART RENDERING!
Thank you, Louise. Yes, everyone loved ‘Dan’
A very descriptive piece, draws you in and paints a picture.
Thank you. I appreciate you enlightened comment.
A beautiful tribute to Dan, may he rest in peace.
Dan was a special character – popular with everyone. Thank you.
A perfect summation Paddy Cummins – thank you x
Dan was a ‘once-off’ – I miss him. Thank you.
Beautiful poem it decribes Dan just like he was
I ‘m glad you think so, James. Dan was a special one.