An emigrant’s message
We received this lovely poem yesterday from Tony Fallon.
I’ve been in America now for more than fifty years
Yesterday in front of my computer I shed happy tears
In my head this morning I can still hear the Salthill roar
But I still want to sit there again and cry a little more
At half time Roscommon was acting far from superior
Another day for their loyal fans to once more feel inferior
Even the most loyal thought we had backed a dead horse
But little David beat that brute Goliath and did it with force
How were we to know the dead horse was not yet buried?
And that by full time it would be Galway who would feel harried
Did Cunningham remind them of that glorious game in sixty two?
I thought of it often as their confidence grew and grew
This day will be more remembered than the races in Castlebar
Which must have been on many minds passing through Ballygar
This can be a lesson to those you are facing obvious despair
It would have been so easy to fold up beneath the national glare
The constant Heart was there on display no one can deny
Facing other adversity “Remember Salthill” must be the rallying cry