Sunday Walks After Mass

Sunday Walks After Mass

By Paul McCann

Daddy took us for Sunday walks

And we never got lost .

We always went first to early mass

Up at Holy Cross.

We’d welk to the Grove baths

or on secret paths to Green Gate.

Sometimes when Mammy would come

all of us thought it great. 

Looking down from Cave hill ,
picking blackberries up Napoleons nose .
Running wild in the long grass

and as free as the wind blows .

There were wasps there doing a
high head humming blackberry fling .
and there was no getting away ,
from the threat of a sting .
We screamed to the coast ,
Come Holy Ghost take away this buzzing beast .
That's all was said , sot the wasp dropped dead ,
and to say the least ,

We knew the power of prayer there

For it worked for us that day .

When we came home we made jam

 and we couldn’t stop talking .

Sunday’s were always getaway days

when we went walking 

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