Ode to Timothy
Downing
The day I met fine Patrick Murphy
Priest be he of Rome.
He smiled broad and gestured warmly,
Boyo, you've come home.
Along the pastel homes of Sneem
I breathed deep memory.
Downings past were here it seems,
And one was Timothy.
What fateful turns and fears he knew
That led him far away
I'll never know, and neither he
That part returned one day;
That part he couldn't dream of then
Nor even hope to see,
That part of him that's me.
Shaun Timothy FitzPatrick.
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Shaun Timothy FitzPatrick
Shaun's great-grandfather, Timothy Downing
was born in Sneem in 1869.
Shaun returned to Sneem in 2001, where he
visited his distant cousin, Father Patrick Murphy,
who discovered Mr. Downing's baptismal records in
his rectory.
Shaun is a career U.S. Marine and continues
to travel the globe as his duties carry him. He
hopes to visit Sneem again soon.
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