Poem
Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:37 pm
You Sister
When thought and
Words settle, to
Brush beats and
Soft river flow, you
Waken to my mind.
You sister; stand
Alone in defence of
Peace. Worrying
Winds grow silent,
And happy memory
Rises to the world.
Eamonn McGinty
When thought and
Words settle, to
Brush beats and
Soft river flow, you
Waken to my mind.
You sister; stand
Alone in defence of
Peace. Worrying
Winds grow silent,
And happy memory
Rises to the world.
Eamonn McGinty