WHEN I AM PERPLEXED BY WORK
THE HOUR OF MY LIFE IS COMING
I KNOW
THE HOUR OF MY LIFE IS COMING
TO BEND THE BLOSSOM ON THE HEDGEROW LAY
TO SAY TO FRIEND AND FOE ALIKE
I WILL LIVE TO FIGHT ANOTHER DAY
THE SINKING OF MY HEART TITANIC
A QUESTION FESTERED IN MY MIND
I MUST WRAP MYSELF IN INNER COURAGE
REMEMBERING REJECTION IS A PASSING PHASE
I WENT INTO THE MORNING
VICTORIA BRIDGE
I sit by the Liffey
Water mirrors the trees
A fox meanders across the bank
Striking terror
A frightened Blackbird takes off
Leaving a trail of fright
Lorries screech at the bridge
I watch two pigeons making love
A bluetit dances before me
And I can almost hear the grass growing
I WATCH A SEDGE
I watch a sedge
Fleeing the water
Finding its wings
Flirting with its own
I enjoy the moment
In its winged dazzle
Then I see a trout
Gathering into another rhythm
To take the small beauty
MORNING
THE MORNING
A blossom falls
Into the Liffey
A reed tingles into dance
Serenades a cooing pigeon
Raindrops from a leaf
Cause a stir
A fleeting Kingfisher
Fills the water with blue
And a blackbird talks to me
This is my morning
The beginning of my day
SWANS GATHER
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Swans in DeBurghs Wood
It is His soul I hear

IPULLED A MAGGOT FROM THE PATH
I pulled a maggot from the path
It wriggled
I threw it into the field to burrow
The maggot protested
But the thrush gave thanks.