James Baravore
lIMERICKS POETRY PROSE
This collection of Poetry, prose and song from the last 25 years, is effectively a record of my thoughts and emotions. Written while living, working and playing music from my Yorkshire - Irish perspective. It ranges from humorous to melancholy, fact to fiction.
About the Author
Hi, My name is James Baravore. I’m second generation Irish.
My parents came from Wicklow and Dublin. Finding life stymied in Ireland they moved to England in the 1950's. They left along with many others on the
‘cattle boat’ bringing the first two of my sisters in their arms.
I was born in Halifax, Yorkshire. A northern industrial town cradled by a chequered blanket of valleys, hills, black drystone walls and weather.
This collection of Poetry, prose and song from the last 25 years, is effectively a record of my thoughts and emotions. Written while living, working and playing music from my Yorkshire - Irish perspective. It ranges from humorous to melancholy, fact to fiction.
I have left the words in their original form, resisting the temptation to change in retrospect. After all, that would be today’s me, a different me from the one who wrote them. They may stand or fall as they are.
The writing to date was private and unpublished except; ‘second Generation’.
This being my first attempt at a competition managed to be selected and published for a YMCA anthology in the 1990's. It was also set to music by
Peter Lane and has formed part of our set list for 20 years.
I hope you enjoy them and they raise a thought, smile, frown or tear as has my journey so far.
All the best
Jim.
From the book
Porter
Why is the froth on the Porter,
So keen to come to the top?
When there’s so many people around here,
Determined to polish it off!
Obese
A word
Devised by those
With contracted
Abdomen and
Mind
Driving Wind and Rain
By James Baravore
The driving wind and rain makes me strong,
For home turf fires and family life I long.
Though these dreams are all lost memories, I travel on again.
Silently I wander through;
The driving wind and rain.
Born in Wicklow Erin, hill farming in the blood.
Lost his mother early, doctor did all he could.
A rugged country infant his rosy cheeks of flame.
His guardians and playmates were;
The driving wind and rain.
A Prince of Glenmalure, Wicklow man you see.
Through a sudden twist of fate an orphan soon to be.
Packed off to the city, with others to remain.
No longer is he cradled by;
The driving wind and rain.
School right in the town leads the infant into youth,
No more a country squire but an urchin wise and cute.
Learning hard and fast to use his fists and brain,
He walks a distant path from;
The driving wind and rain.
Events
Saturday 26th October 2024
15.00 - 15.30
Signing copies of my book of Poems, Prose and songs, "Second Generation."
Settle, North Yorkshire.
A great morning.
Get in touch
phone
07900 160159
email
jamesbaravore@gmail.com