poetman

A pint of Guinness in a pub
can make a meal a treat.
Some prefer a Jameson’s
with its subtle hint of peat.
Others have a Smithwick’s
Some prefer a Bass.
My stated preference is Black Bush-
served neat in a glass.

*****

I know how much you miss your clock
and nothing could ever take its place,
but I’ve one that’s been unused for years
and it comes with a happy smiling face.

When you feel that you need a clock again
and you can wind it up without distress,
just say the word and I’ll bring mine over
to bring you contentment and happiness.

*****

The Oriole sings in the greening grove

As if he were half-way waiting,

The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,

Timid, and hesitating.

The rain comes down in a torrent sweep

And the nights smell warm and pinety,

The garden thrives, but the tender shoots

Are yellow-green and tiny.

Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,

Streams laugh that erst were quiet,

The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue

And the woods run mad with riot.


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