THE ROAR OF WATER EVER FRESH

CASKATING THROUGH MOSSEY ROCKS

DRIFTING INTO SILENCE

WALTZING WITH THE DAFFODILS

BLOSSOMING THE SNOWDROPS

Keep clear of people

Who tell you

They are lovable

And honest

They are always liars

AVOID THOSE

WHO TELL YOU

THEY ARE HONEST

LINES COMPOSED AT THE NAAS ACCESS MEETING

IN ‘THE MEN’S SHED’ ON DUBLIN ROAD ON THE 17^TH JULY 2020 by Timmy Conway

Crows Roaring

Gulls Screaming

Swans chasing Ducks

Children throwing bread

Into the still water

Of the canal

All is quiet for a second

Then all hell breaks loose

Pandemonium everywhere

Each bird determines to be first

The Strongest gets there

Best fed

Looking for more

Always looking for more

For much needs more

This is the way it is

Always was

And always will be.  

I stood under a drooping chestnut tree

All were there

Just me

With leaves like a Banshees hair

And I was there

To watch a new leaf grow

To let me know

To swallow and forget

That I will pass

But not yet

I will enjoy this moment and forget

I PUT MY FEET INTO THE RIVER

AT DEBURGH’S WOOD

THE TINGLE SENT COLD VIBRATIONS THROUGH ME

SENSATIONS OF THE MYSTIC

NEVER FOUND IN WORDS

I FEEL YOUR HEART

TROBBING THROUGH MY VEINS

INSIDE THERE IS NO PLACE

NOT FILLED BY YOU

FILLING EVERY CORNER OF MY MIND

YOU ARE EVERYWHERE I AM

To wander
Down the path of daffodils
See only your face
Your smile
Feel your heart in mine
Everything in its place
Mine

I raise my eyes

Walk through bent grass

Calm to a standstill

The Oak silently nurturing the fetus

Breeze wrapping the ringlets up the daffodil

No mind-boggling equations