The River Shannon

Here I came to the waters edge
Where the Shannon meets the sea
Runs and ripples with the stirring
Reflecting the sky darkly
Over the pallid sea of thought -

Burned with dreams of freedom
Men killed in battle or hanged
Moon falls among rushes
In shadows and in garden trees
The darkness would be broken
But the dream never rests
By the crash of each wave
Their hope never wanders-
Or resists

Sleep until the dawn rises
And on the horizon of the sea
Wings of open fire is born
And everything is blue again

For the old ones are here
Their shadows remember
Summer with free winds
A time of the future....
When time of the past are one.

by Beryl McMullen
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Waters Edge

The River Shannon

Here I came to the waters edge Where the Shannon meets the sea Runs and ripples with the stirring Reflecting the sky darkly Over the pallid sea of thought -

Burned with dreams of freedom Men killed in battle or hanged Moon falls among rushes In shadows and in garden trees The darkness would be broken But the dream never rests By the crash of each wave Their hope never wanders- Or resists

Sleep until the dawn rises And on the horizon of the sea Wings of open fire is born And everything is blue again

For the old ones are here Their shadows remember Summer with free winds A time of the future.... When time of the past are one.

by Beryl McMullen

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Lokofoto Giclee Print 12" x 6.5"
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