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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