Day Three

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


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

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