Tag: poetry
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Rainbows
Don’t you just love it when you stumble upon two things and they seem to connect? Sharing with you an old poem which was introduced to me by Poem-a-Day – it you’ve not yet subscribed I urge you to do so immediately, for we need the light of poetry in our lives as much as…
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Snowdrops Upon Brexit Day
First flower of the warming earth I rest beside thee on this hillside’s girth, And watch thee dancing in the frenzied breeze The dazzling sun its rays to please. It says these days of cold shall cease Your brilliant bells of radiance shine And with such silence gloriously chime Ring in the Spring! Ring out…
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Dawn upon Camphire Bridge
That cold clear summer’s morning I beheld thee Still as glass beneath a sky clear and fair Numb with cold I stood transfixed by dawning day And the weariness of those long cycled miles Under the beating sun, and a fulsome moon Had soaked my bones with sweet Irish marsh marrow And melted my heavy…
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Ivy
Lately I’ve noticed you creeping slowlySnaking your sinuous way Across patches of earth unnoticedWeaving boldly up whitened wallsYour bold glossy heart-shaped leaves Fluttering above the Autumn foliageAll innocence as you herald the impending decayThe camouflaged fencing is leaning under your weightThe rotted posts rooted in breathless airThe bush is boundThe dry branch breaks to the…
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Lane to Killarney
What lane is thisLost in these soft folds of green?Who wove your wayWandering around yonder bend?Bedecked with fully unfurled fern,The mossy trail trails away …A solemn silence, saveSweet sound of bird unseenWho trampled your wayLeg-worn and weary,Wandering homeward With flock or herd?This sunken cottage overgrown -Tumbled timbersSagging stoneThe welcome-worn doorstep youSo well knew has mossy…
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The Autumn Randonneur
Down sunken lane Up misty vale The randonneur will go While falling leaves And chilling breeze The randonneur will know Of moments passing with friends a-chatting And of many miles to go The sunrise over frosted fields The vapoured light begins to glow And spinning steady onwards, upwards The randonneur will go. Throughout the…
Ode to Cycling 