You should have seen me when I was wee
Maybe 1972 or 73
waiting at the bottom of Rathcormick Hill
as the Big Yellow school bus
came thundering down
and crashed into us

It was a blue January morning
and the snow had started falling
and the skim of water on the roads had turned to ice
I learned then of the duality of nature
how you could never get two things done
when reading the signs that said
suig sious, dun an doras.