Tommy MacMaster

An Essay By Aisling // 6/9/2009

Her name was Brighid O'Grady
she was the blacksmith's daughter
she had hair like sunshine and eyes like the sea
and her heart was lost on the second son of the carpenter
his name was Tommy MacMaster
and he was everything a man should be

Brighid O'Grady
she went to Mass every morning
she gave her heart to Jesus and took His in return
and when he didn't have to deliver something into town
she saw Tommy MacMaster
and that never failed to make her day

Brighid O'Grady
she had known him since childhood
they had played together when the backyard tree was small
now they hardly talked and she was dying to know what he'd do
if Tommy MacMaster
knew he had Bridie O'Grady's heart

Brighid O'Grady
she worked for old widow Hannon
every day she walked through the meadows to her house
but one day she stayed late, got caught in a rainstorm
and then Tommy MacMaster
found her, wet through and terrified

Brighid O'Grady
she knew she'd never forget it
the way he looked when he found her by the road
it was all she could do to gasp out a thank you
as Tommy MacMaster
stepped up just in time to save her day

The sun went on setting and coming back up in the morning
her heart went on beating, trying not to dream too hard
she couldn't help wondering if she was holding out for too much and then one day she met him coming back from town
He smiled
He said "'Evenin', Bridie"
and then, knee in the dirt, he caught her hands
his eyes found hers, and her heart stopped beating
and he said

"Brighid O'Grady
do you know how I love you?
I've been learnin' it myself this year or so atleast,
wonderin' what you would do if you knew you had my heart,
so here's Tommy MacMaster
to ask you could you take his love."

And Brighid O'Grady
well she had all that she could do to say "yes"


I like the way you wrote it,

I like the way you wrote it, and it's really romantic and sweet.

"True love is the greatest thing in the world - except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce and tomato sandwich, when the mutton is nice and lean, and the tomato is ripe." - Miracle Max, from The Princess Bride

Bridget | Tue, 06/09/2009

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

This is so sweet, Aisling!!

This is so sweet, Aisling!! I love, love, love it!!
If I disappear, and you cannot find me, please don't worry.
Just be sure to check all the wardrobes.

Clare Marie | Tue, 06/09/2009

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

Nice job!!

This was a sweet poem!! Great job, Aisling!



~General McAuliffe
Battle of Bastogne

Elizabeth | Wed, 06/10/2009


The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine


Aw, sweet!!
"In retrospect, I question the inclusion of a self-destruct button." ~Ferb (Phineas and Ferb)

Anna | Wed, 06/10/2009

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief


Super it.


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

Mairead | Wed, 06/10/2009


"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis


I have nothing fancy to say, but I really like it.

Joseph | Wed, 06/10/2009

Aww....Lovely, Aisling! I

Aww....Lovely, Aisling! I love it.


"Don't put your wand there, boy!" roared Moody. "What if it ignited? Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!" -Mad-Eye Moody

"I am who I am, and nothing's gonna change me." -Adam Lambert

E | Wed, 06/10/2009

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

I loved the third to last

I loved the third to last paragraph!

And I liked the fact that she was blonde. *wink*

Sarah Bethany | Sat, 06/13/2009

I love the way it flowed,

I love the way it flowed, Aisling. :)

Sarah | Tue, 06/16/2009

"Sometimes even to live is courage."

Blogging away!

Love it!, Aisling!

I love poetry like this, poetry that is good just as poetry, but poetry that is good as a story too! This one reminds me of some of the old Irish bards' songs. Love it! Keep up the good work, Aisling!

I don't want to spend my whole life asking: "What if I had given everything instead of going through the motions?"
~Matthew West

Mary | Wed, 06/17/2009

Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!


I love this - like Mary said, it's very ballad-ish. <3


"I remember when trust went forth free
Sold for a smile on the face of a fantasy
Truth found a home in the pages of fairy-tales
Decadent words born from phrases in dreams that failed."

LoriAnn | Wed, 06/17/2009


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