Poems
Timmy Conway

A Robin sang for me this morning

Among branches hidden by leaves

I did not search for the singing bird

For searching quenches the quiet mind

And I could disturb the rapture of its song

I did not wonder how the voice came to be

Or the years that perfected the bird

Or think of the generations that shaped its song

But I continued down the wood

With my senses filled with the singing bird

Adding its smiles to leafy branches.

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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