I SIT IN THE ABBEY GRAVEYARD
THIS SUMMERS DAY IN AUGUST
THE TWELFT OF AUGUST
I WAS THINKING OF NOTHING
CLEARING MY CLUTTERED MIND
I LISTEN TO A ROBIN SINGING
HIDING ITS WINGS IN A BRANCH
OVERHEAD A PIGEON CLAPS ITS WINGS
IN APPRECIATION
I LIFT MYSELF
SAY A PRAYER
THEN STROLL BACK TO MY FIGURES
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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