The sky turns grey
The rain begins to fall
In sudden torrents
A very British squall
No tornado alley here
No earthquake to appal
Just Atlantic breezes
Come to call
Temperate our climate
Moderation here
No Sahara sun beats down
Nor icicles to fear
Atlantic winds and rain clouds
Sunshine then to cheer
No extreme conditions
To sour good warm beer
We did endure an icy blast
Trapped in a bitter vice
The beast from the East it was
And we paid a price
I watched the Wanderers play in it
Grealish dance on ice
Won the game and caught a cold
Stay home is my advice
We are lucky on the edge of things
Our little island spot
Detached the view we take of things
Helps us keep the plot
But we cannot totally separate
Our lives from the other lot
It will not do it isn’t fair
No one should be forgot
Brilliant sun returns again
I’ll bring this to a close
Life can change so quickly
The future no one knows
Except that we shall make it
Regarding all our foes
And friends we make will help us all
That’s how the story goes
Brian Fahy
10 June 2022
Erris Poetry 