I am the poet of Oldtown
My job is to serenade the flowers
Taking my rhythm from the bees and trees
And everything that grows
And shows
Even the Kingfisher
Likes my muse
And I enthuse
In the soft element of delight
To blossom in my inner sight
Knowing everything has its season
And needs no reason
To be born again
And again.
Published by Timmy Conway
Timmy has an Accountancy practice in Naas with his two brothers Donie and Chris and Alistair (son) and (daughter) Deirdre. Timmy is also a 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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