{"id":1181,"date":"2013-11-22T10:29:05","date_gmt":"2013-11-22T10:29:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/54.229.91.100\/libraryandarts\/library\/ehistory\/?p=1181"},"modified":"2013-11-22T10:29:05","modified_gmt":"2013-11-22T10:29:05","slug":"strangers-in-the-bosom-of-the-brown-irish-earth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kildarelibraries.ie\/ehistory\/strangers-in-the-bosom-of-the-brown-irish-earth\/","title":{"rendered":"STRANGERS IN THE BOSOM OF THE BROWN IRISH EARTH"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"center\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><font size=\"4\">&ldquo;Strangers in the bosom of the brown Irish earth&rdquo;<br \/>Joe Dunne<\/font><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"center\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><font size=\"4\"><\/font><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"center\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><font size=\"3\"><\/font><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"justify\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><font size=\"3\">Whilst listening to a recent discussion on neglected graveyards my mind swung back to what we used to call the Old Soldiers&rsquo; Cemetery on the fringe of the Curragh Plains just behind Walshestown. Perhaps its condition today is even more sad than the many poignant scenes it must have witnessed down the years. I doubt if the following little bit will change matters! <\/font><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><font size=\"3\">&nbsp;<br \/><em>There is a sad relic of long bygone days in the heartland of County Kildare, <\/em><\/font><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Unknown to descendants of those in its keep and with no one to bother or care. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">The few trees are the haunt of magpie and rook, the walls now a shelter for the sheep. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Forgotten and silent yet close by a road that winds o&rsquo;er the Curragh&rsquo;s broad sweep <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">&nbsp;<br \/>That place heard the &ldquo;Last Post&rdquo; being sounded, the &ldquo;Flowers of the Forest&rdquo; being played, <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Saw the draped carriage, the cap and the sword, the mourners in solemn parade <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">It remembers those children who sleeps in its shade, so many so tender of years <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">And the flowers that were planted with heartaches, and moistened with anguish and tears <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">&nbsp;<br \/>The memories it held for someone, somewhere must be faded and long passed away. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Or maybe there are pictures in some distant home of ancestors who rest in its clay. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Soldiers, their families, young sweethearts and friends beneath now weathered tombstones repose. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">In that old army graveyard so peaceful, far away from life&rsquo;s troubles and woes. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">&nbsp;<br \/>They lived as a part of colonial rule based far from the land of their birth <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">And in death were laid there as strangers in the bosom of brown Irish earth. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">All their loved ones and comrades departed when this land of ours became free <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">In the sadness of parting, the farewells wept at graves they would never more see. <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">&nbsp;<\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Those who rest there today in the dirge of the rain or Winter&rsquo;s wind lonely refrain <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">Have a promise once made of a last trumpet call and of all being together again <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">And of heavenly glory where it will be told how they all shared in somebody&rsquo;s prayer <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><em><font size=\"3\">In that quiet spot by the side of a hill on the green grassy plains of Kildare <\/font><\/em><\/span><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt\" align=\"left\"><span lang=\"EN-IE\"><font size=\"3\">&nbsp;<br \/>-Joe Dunne <\/font><\/span><\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\"><strong><em>A poem about the Military Cemetery on the Curragh by the late Joe Dunne, Newbridge<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\"><strong><em>A poem about the Military Cemetery on the Curragh by the late Joe Dunne, 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