For the poor and the famished, <br />The Irish and their children, <br />For the community who came from shores of Erin <br />To settle in Glasgow’s east end. <br /> <br />To raise awareness for the sick <br />Who had traveled on coffin ships, <br />Charity began from a Marist priest <br />As bread and water were hailed as a feast. <br /> <br />Goodwill never shone from Scotland’s heart <br />To those who were born under Ireland’s harp, <br />In the church and parish, they knelt and prayed <br />As hope was promised from Brother Walfrid. <br /> <br />And when the sport of football reached the streets of Glasgow, <br />When poverty still grew around the man from Ballymote, <br />Brother Walfrid found faith for the poor and the sick <br />As football was introduced to, the famous Glasgow Celtic. <br /> <br />Sept’7th 2004<br /><br />Daniel McDonagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brother-walfrid/
