July Ferry
From my bedroom I spy the ferry
Passing on its way to France
Hiding briefly behind the sand dunes
Then appearing on the open sea.
This July morning is uncertain
What to do or where to turn
A milky morning full of promise
As Wexford rubs it’s sleepy eyes.
The HSE can take some pride
Seven in ten now have a jab
And half of us are bulletproof
Taking baby steps one at a time.
In two short months, God willing
If we mind our p’s and q’s
The Irish nation should be marching
Hand in hand to the Promised Land.
Maskless Nurses can slip out
And buy some ice cream over lunch
Young lovers can embrace and kiss
Happy to taste mouth to mouth.
Agony now yields to ecstasy
As we rediscover how to be happy
To banish angst and insanity
To return to how it used to be.
Six year olds now tell their teachers
They want their lives back
Surely not too much to ask for
Before their birthdays turn to seven.
The ferry, tiny in the distance
Leaves behind a country now
Waking to a brighter morning
Sailing into the sunny east.
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