A seagull
A seagull
A seagull soaring in a September sky
A harvest sun shining on his wings
Borne by a warm breeze above a lacquered sea
The autumn clouds mirrored on the sparkling waves below.
All is well and all is wonderful
At this time of year in this fair country;
Far from foreign wars and strife;
Unhurried walkers amble with their dogs.
All is pure and innocent as the infant
Carried by a mother with her first;
Foreign accents and different dialects
Celebrate our role as sanctuary.
This country after a thousand years of war
Now resting peaceful and at ease
Gaining from the thousands
Who now call Ireland home.
This is a lesson if ever needed
Nothing ever lasts forever
However good, however bad
Is subject to our actions
Walking down the Hill still happy
We’ll stop awhile and order coffee
We will drink joy from the top
Waste not a drop, drain the cup.
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