I am here in a garage in Monaghan. It is June and the weather is warm, Just a little bit cloudy. There’s the sun again Lifting to importance my sixteen acre farm. There are three swallows’ nests in the rafters above me And the first clutches are already flying. Spread this news, tell all if you love me, You who knew that when sick I was never dying (Nae gane, nae gane, nae frae us torn But taking a rest like John Jordan). Other exclusive News stories that cannot be ignored: I climbed Woods’ Hill and the elusive Underworld of the grasses could be heard; John Lennon shouted across the valley. Then I saw a New June Moon, quite as stunning As when young we blessed the sight as something holy… Sensational adventure that is only beginning. For I am taking this evening walk through places High up among the Six Great Wonders, The power privileges, the unborn amazes, The unplundered, Where man with no meaning blooms Large in the eyes of his females: He doesn’t project, nor even assumes The loss of one necessary believer. It’s as simple as that, it’s a matter Of walking with the little gods, the ignored Who are so seldom asked to write the letter Containing the word. O only free gift! no need for Art any more When Authority whispers like Tyranny at the end of a bar.