Come the morning
I take my place
On my settee
With orange juice
I’ve slept in warm
In cosy bed
While others endured
The cold instead
Northern winds
Are blowing cold
Chill in the air
The story told
Yet row on row
Obeisance
Bow from the waist
A noble stance
A sorrowing time
Renewal brings
As shoots of green
Emerge in spring
Our country needs
A brand new start
Committed mind
And change of heart
Brian Fahy
17 September 2022
Erris Poetry 