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
Lokofoto - 12" x 6.5"
*Printed photograph will appear exactly as displayed here. (including watermarks, signatures etc.)