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Book 28Page 16
The Irish session
To the beautiful sounds of Irish notes,
the musicians bow their fiddles and strum their guitars
as the music carries them and their Irish admirers off
to places far from this local country town bar.
O’Malley’s eyes light up and twinkle
as he performed a little ‘hop with his bow,’
and Shawn replies with a little musical gesture
as he plays a harmony below.
An spurring them on, the rhythm player thumps,
clacking and banging on his traditional boddrum,
Keeping all the players united
(in a very Irish way of course) as one.
And as the Guinness flows ,Irish hearts glow
to many a rollicking tune and song.
Musicians and patrons tap their feet
(and occasionally holler) as the Irish session rolls on and on and on.
And at the end of each tune
there’s a kind of universal Irish gesture of thanks
as they hold their Ales and Guinness high,
only to then hurriedly skull them down as someone shouts
“Does anyone know this one”
as he twiddles the tune merrily with his bow,
and before long, (before you’ve got time to say “Begora,”)
their all playing as fast as their little fingers will go.
Old Paddy’s leading the way, what a character!
He’s not missed a session for forty years.
No doubt he’ll be playing in his grave,
as long as they’ve got Guinness on tap ‘up there.’
And be sure they’ll all be back next week
to pump out a few more traditional songs and tunes,
sitting by the fire side in the back of the old
Australian , slash, ‘Irish saloon.’
And yes, it’s another Irish session down at the pub tonight, though Ireland’s many miles away.
For these folk Ireland somehow gets magically closer with every
‘reel’ and ‘jig’ and ‘air’ that they play.
© Written by Dominic John Gill www.poetry.net.au email@example.com Created on 11/7/00