Margaret O Driscoll Poems

Fragrance drifts from the Guelder Rose
Lacey blossoms of Summer cream
I sit under it's leafy shade
Drifting into a daydream
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It felt strange going back there
I'd almost forgotten the way
Suddenly it came back to me
At the turn off down to the bay
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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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The miscellany of the murmuration
Can be heard by all around
Starlings swoop down, strutting swiftly
Yellow beaks probing in the ground
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Fenceless fields of young wheat
Soaked by swivelling irrigation
Roadside lines of cherry trees
On my way to the train station
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'Clouds like wooly sheep' he said
'means it will stay clear'
His weather eye still accurate
as it has been year after year
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A hot Summer's day
market stalls everywhere
Smoke rises from the barbeque
customers queue in the square
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A bird hide fashioned in willow
With a high wooden bench to sit on
A long discreet viewing slit
A moorhen appears, then it's gone
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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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