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Warwick Dalzell
Warwick was born in Co Down and taught for a time in Northern Ireland.
He sought his fortune in Africa, but returned home penniless. After another stint at the chalkface, he went to London. There he met Peter O'Loughlin who advised him to head for Australia, where he lived on and off for forty years. He is now a frequent pilgrim to the old country.
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Winter '47
by Warwick Dalzell
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Cauld, cauld,
By sangs it’s cauld,
The old man cried
Stamping his icy feet
And cracking his arthritic hands.
This weather’ll be
The death of me.
The coldest winter
In fifty year.
He gasped for breath
Coughed down low,
Spat foul black spit
And collapsed in the snow.
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