St Johnston - Carrigans     ~ Co Donegal.

                              The Waders

 In Memory of Daniel Lynch

Daddy was but a boy when he followed his heart

And from school he took his depart

Pulling on waders, clutching an oar

A young fisherman set off for the shore

 

His waders in green or black

Had proud necks and strong soles

That could wade through a mucky track

And squelch in swampy holes

 

Often by night hed leave for the silent marsh

In all weathers fine and harsh

The crunch of waders on stony ground

Cut a lonesome sound

 

In the long hours out

Netting the waters for salmon and trout

Whilst lain in our beds safe and warm

A prayer hed come to no harm

 

And for all the fishermen in overcoats

Heaving in rowing boats

Most made it home to their families asleep

The tragic few perished to the waters deep

 

Those waders once by the fireside heat

Warming their cold wet feet

Trekked on a voyage so hard

Yet reaped the simplest reward

 

Feasts of fish n chips

Scenic boat trips

The beauty of an otter

By the edge of the water

 

Now I must wade through lifes mucky track

And squelch in swampy holes

To reach my goals

Keep on wading, never stumble back.

 

Paula Lynch

September 2006