Listening not seeing
I’ve closed my eyes and turned off Twitter
To focus on the summer sounds
Of voices on the wind that escape the beach
The excited cries of swimmers
The laughter of young children
Over the hedgerow choir who sing
Busy as ever even though summer has arrived. .
The July heat has escaped from
Spain
To turn our meadows brown.
A sultry stillness settles on our sleepy land
While old men doze and young girls dream
Of creamy skin with Wexford tans
To bring home when school begins
In far off Dublin up the motorway
That bakes in heat while lorries travel
Near by passed towns to the ferries
That queue for space in fair Rosslare.
Sitting in the sun-house counting
Blessings far too numerous
But grateful for this window
Into heaven and a paradise
That lies just round the corner
When the sun arrives and shines
In ireland of a thousand shades
Of green and blonde and brown.
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