What is this about, is it your country or love
Human love undivided.
For love must be whole, fresh and bold.
Feeling like nothing pain so much or is known.
You are walking alone along the country road
There is someone behind you, you know
Clip, clop, who is it, you turn. Is it a load
Mischievous people in your head on show.
Your love is forever effervescence free
How does this measure for all compassion.
Love, sympathy grows from one seed
A thought for a person in need.
But the thought is empty like a dried barrel
Without action to melt the substance to flow
From the spout liquid for the next cell
Come from the fountainhead complete the glow.
by Oranmore
Lord Oranmore is struck in wonderment at many of the perplexing questions about the world and mankind’s place in it that can be felt by those of a reflective disposition. These uncertainties and other concerns of this institute receive a rapt distillation into words in ‘Sparkling Fountain’.
POEM