My words speak not to the wordly nor the wise, nor to those who seek oblique sophistication, but I make rhymes in very simplest guise to meet my simple sense of satisfaction. So, should you wish to take some trips with me, linger awhile in meadows fair and bright, stray down a few green boreens, there to see the glory and simple beauty of each sight. I have taken some sweet flowers from Nature’s fingers as over gorse and heathered hills I roamed, by lake and river and in valleys green I have lingered, and seen sweet dreams of beauty there unfold. Stroll too with me about this ancient city where o’er its pulsing life, echoes abound - the voices of those who made our country’s history, - their days long past, but their spirits still around. Then, if you wish to share these observations – sweet fancies, dreams, some hopes, some pain – together we will wander through these byways, so bless you and the thoughts now set in train.