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Poem

Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:37 pm
by Eamonn McGinty
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