April
24
“Their Blood, My Blood” by Adam Bourke – Winner of Junior category
Stones mark Irish which lowly lay,
away from the fields and streets
where blood is shed on rebellion day
rest now quietly, never knowing
defeats.
I pass stones in Boneyard roadside,
my heart flows their blood, my own!
To them debt owed, deed swelled pride.
My family name, carved upon stone.
For freedom, for liberty, no cost too high,
wide fields and streets red with desire,
rage of all Ireland once trembled the sky
to control our own destiny, all we require!
I am an Irishman, able to make choices,
no distant entity to make life hateful.
Forever and all time, I will hear Irish voices,
the sacrifice immortal, green coloured grateful.