A Team Brother Walfrid Called Celtic

In the Archdiocese of Glasgow
In the city’s east end,
Brother Walfrid sat with his assistant Brother Dorotheus,

The vision they shared
Was that the poor must be fed
As the dinner tables lay empty for the Irish.

Brother Walfrid had a dream
That wore Ireland’s emerald green
And would be saviours to the minority Catholics,

The Irish stood at Parkhead
And the football was played
By a team, that Brother Walfrid called Celtic.

poem by Daniel McDonagh
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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