Poems – A Sod of Shamrocks

On alien soil like yourself I am here;

I’ll take root and flourish, of that never fear,

And though I’ll be crossed sore and oft by the foes

You’ll find me as hardy as Thistle or Rose.

If model is needed on your own pitch you’ll have it,

Let your play honour me and my friend Michael Davitt.

(Poem to commemorate the first sod of turf being laid at the second – and current – Celtic Park by Irish patriot Michael Davitt)