Margaret O Driscoll Poems

Manicured ornate show gardens
To attract visitors, the goal
Flower beds neat and fancy
But the wild calls my soul
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The sands of time eroded that
broad smile from your face but
of that carefree ebullient character
I still can see some trace
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Awed by its architecture
I step inside
Gigantic Gothic arches
Rise on either side
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I took a trip down memory lane
along the byways last September
Pointing out familiar places
and events I well remember
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Bull frogs loudly croaking croaking
Amid pond lilies in the midday sun
A black swan displayed his annoyance
head held high strutting at everyone
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Crossing a wooden bridge
To get to the wood beyond
I glimpse an otter diving
Just beside me in a pond
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Their work dictated by the tides
Some days they picked at first light
Baskets strapped to their shoulders
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A circular fort on the brow of a hill
I walk back in time as I go in
Moss covers the exterior ditch
Ancient beeches flourish within
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I wish for them a curious mind
answers to questions they pose
I wish for them a love of nature
interest in all that grows
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Come lie with me on warm grass awhile
Inhale the sweet clover, the scent of pure soil
Walk hand in hand beneath hawthorn trees
White petals floating by in a warm gentle breeze
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