Wednesday, July 26, 2006

On the Banks of the Garravogue

On the Banks of the Garravogue

Sit a while,
Let the river caress the reeds,
Let the sun smile,
Forget the weeds.
Listen to the magpies click –
They are not as ugly
As once you used to think.
Look at the graceful cob
As white as the driven snow
And her cygnet downy dun
Parade their unconscious beauty.
The quack of the mallard in the reeds,
The sound of Eastern voices
Even here so far west.
The waves are
A strange entanglement
Of water and of green.
Behind me the crunch of gravel
As walkers pass.
Sit a while,
Relax, enjoy,
Once again a youth,
Once again a boy
Above I have placed a picture I took while walking on the banks of the River Garravogue in Sligo last weekend.

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