August Sunday Morning Stroll
It’s the quiet time of morning
With the god fearing sleeping
The dew lies wet on grass
That sits in the middle of paths
That are lesser worn.
Out at sea a tiny boat
Putters on a silver sea
That sparkles in the early sun
The tide is out this morn
The sand stretches out a mile or so.
On Clougheast Castle the flag is flying
Saluting Mayo and the Atlantic coast
Here at Carnsore point the seas
Merge and mingle, no loner single
The Irish Sea snd Atlantic Ocean are married.
We salute and pass, stop and start
Past early walkers with their dogs
Breeds compared, stories shared
With perfect strangers but no ones strange
In Wexford on a sunny summer morning.
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