We sat in the morning

Rolling stink bombs up the gym 

Under the priest's scrim

He said 'why Jim?'

'Oh sure it’s got to be done'

It just has to be

Like the setting sun.'

 

And at 7 years of age

Led by the hand

I did pledge my command

A devotion nobody could take from me 

 

Not God

Land

Nor sea

 

Quiet man

Rarely spoke

Until perhaps he was provoked

Politics before command 

Would put a pint into your hand

He would 

Our Jim

 

 

~ G McK