The poem carries on the ancient Celtic festival of imbolg, marking the rebirth of the year. Before the Church imposed the feast of St. Brigid the imbolg festival marked the rebirth of nature, under the mantle of the goddess Brigid, of Danú.
The roll is called, Big Jim is gone, his voice we’ll hear no more,
But his name is etched forever on the pages of folklore.
For those who knew this gentle giant, he was an easy friend to love
And on Good Friday evening Jim was called to Heaven…
Dave (Blue) Kinsella rembers and records the shock, sorrow and anger when the Sugar Factory was closed, bringing to an end the local industry that provided work for generations of Carlovians in farming, transporting and manufacturing the sugar.
May the peace of ten thousand Christmases
Be with you this crazy year
With a season free from worry
And a mind that holds no fear.
May you follow every dream
And never need a star,
May the lights dispel the darkness,
So…
