Four day watch
They watch the Queen
But I watch them
They are the scene
Painter in the park
Was right
These queuing throngs
They are the sight
United in a simple goal
Bow to her coffin
Pray for her soul
Walk those few paces
Bow your head
Salute or
Sign of the cross instead
A field of faces
Forward moving
Act of reverence
Splendid soothing
Old soldier lifts
A shaking hand
Were you out in desert sands?
When these days
Are past and gone
We will sing
Another song
But don’t forget
What you have seen
Folk are good
Let that sink in
Brian Fahy
17 September 2022
Erris Poetry 