An otter swam up the canal Swimming the backstroke rolling like a barrel Smiling with delight Its nose parting the water Doing the Harbour stroll Contented in its contentment Suddenly, the danger is spotted Within a second, there's pandemonium Waterhens come from nowhere Ducks gather around him All are shouting and flapping their wings The… Continue reading AN OTTER SWAM UP THE CANAL
Author: Timmy Conway
Blackbird singing in Basin Street
Blackbird singing in Basin Street. As evening kisses the day The lamp outside is the setting sun Its light steals the night away All around our little house That means so much to me Whispers of a misty evening Romances the gentle tree So let us celebrate each moment. As the stars multiply… Continue reading Blackbird singing in Basin Street
Blackbird singing in Basin Street
Blackbird singing in Basin Street As evening kisses the day The lamp outside is the setting sun Its light steals the night away All around our little house That means so much to me Whispers of a misty evening Romances the gentle tree So let us celebrate each moment. As the stars multiply in the… Continue reading Blackbird singing in Basin Street
I FILL MY POES
I fill my poems With the rhythm of the river The music of the Eternal Giver I can stand long and long Watching a thrush coax a blackbird Into song.
HINDSIGHT IS A DANGEROUS THING
Hindsight is the damnedest thing All my yesterdays Resolved When the mist clears The thistle shines And I see a stone In spring waters.
ROBIN ROBIN
Robin Robin on a tree Will you stop and sing for me Not of Jackdaw or of Crow But the little tune we know
I WATCHED THE MOON
I watched the moon Walking down the avenue Through an acre of birds Asleep and dreaming
THE STARLINGS HAVE GATHERED
The starlings have gathered In their brownie black Flying in triumph There and back They screen to sun Like salty sand Thrown like grains from an open hand And maybe Or maybe not This is my lot To sit and dream upon my back Watching the starlings in brownie black
I CAN SEE MYSELF
I can see myself Walking by the canal Ducks swimming on the halfwaves Soothing the dreaming swans The water filled with quiet After its torrid journey from the Wicklow hills And I Remembering to quieten my mind Bubbling with ideas My feet travel as on a treadmill Taking me away Away Far Far away Suddenly… Continue reading I CAN SEE MYSELF