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Oh Ballybunion!

 


Oh, Ballybunion!


It’s a fabulous day, oh what shall we do?

Time for a spin and hit the road with my crew!

A full tank of Diesel and no destination,

A family day out beats any Playstation!


Out the gate we go left, somewhere different today.

Destination unknown, but far, far away!

“Where are we going, Daddy? – the cry from our son.

“Wait and see lads!”, our journey’s barely begun!

 

We head for Tralee but I yearn to go North.

To a place up the county that’s close to my heart!

For I want to go somewhere that meant so much,

to me as a child and my heart it will touch!


Ballybunion for me is a place that I love.

Fond memories from childhood, times oft dreamt of.

My Grandad and I used to go there by bus.

No one else to bug us, just the two of us.

 

I used to love the park overlooking the Castle.

Playing in the swings without ever a hassle.

To see my own boys playing in that sacred place,

brings a joyful smile to this weather-beaten face.

 

The old amusements where a ‘few bob’ was spent.

Haven’t changed much, but now it’s Euro and Cents.

Adam loves his ‘Tipping Point’ – always wants a few goes.

It brings me back to my childhood to hear the bells toll!

 

There’s a dune near the Castle, with seating cut out.

A special place with my Grandad, I can still feel him about.

The view over Ladies Beach is a place deep in my heart.

And I love to share with my boys this work of art!

 

Some good times were had in the local bars and clubs.

The Atlantic with it’s 3 floors, sandy pints were a must!

I wonder if JD’s bar is still in existence?

The trek to the tent, now that was some distance!!

 

Well Bally B, I still love you, don’t ever you change.

I promise to return and will never make strange.

For you fill me with memories from throughout my life.

Which I love to share with my boys and my wife!

 

Liam Murphy – 28/03/18

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