September Sun
Gently the wind whispers its magic,
In the September Sun,
The Green grass glistens,
Swaying slightly in the garden,
A magpie sounds like a machine gun,
The sky is crystal clear,
On this September sunny day,
Summer’s serenity in the garden,
Murmuring its magic,
The wind shows its strength,
The sirens and cars can be heard in the distance,
But Serenity has opened her arms and sent,
This magnificent September sun,
A beautiful Blessing in disguise.
Margaret Mara
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PORTMARNOCK OCTOBER
Heavenly silvery glistening water,
Flowing, calm and unhurried,
Unlike the cars driving by
INSPIRATION
The Mind at its best,
The thoughts at their most vibrant
A NOSE
Some nostrils go in and out,
As if to say,
Look At me,
You Lazy Lout
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