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
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Published by Timmy Conway
Timmy has an Accountancy practice in Naas with his two brothers Donie and Chris and two children Alistair and Deirdre. Timmy is also an extremely talented writer who has published six Poetry books, along with a Christmas CD and five novels. He lives with his wife Catherine and their five children all live close by.
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