Underneath Hayes McCoy's letter, another reader had written another response to the discussion around the flag. He sent in a poem which draws on the nature around the country to describe where he feels the colour's of the tricolor came from.
To the Editor, THE IRISH PRESS
What worry, my son, from whence came Ireland's banner
If some say 'twas Meagher, some France or some Spain.
Just look around you in spring or young summer
And see our Tricolour again and again.
On yonder fair hillside God spread His green mantle
And bordered the fields with the hawthorn bloom.
Then with lavish hand added beauty to beauty
When He poured out His gold o'er furze bush and broom.
See down in that valley a background of emerald,
The blackthorn, daisy and pure canavaun,
The gold of the buttercup, benweed and cowslip
Their colours excelling the best arts of man.
Other nations may boast of their battled-scarred emblems,
Their flags and their banners rich colours command.
But what race can boast that the flag of their nation
Is 'spread o'er their country by God's kindly hand.
- R.E. Manuel
18 Newbridge Ave., Sandymount