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Martin Swords
Martin Swords
(9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)
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Martin Swords Poems
- A Walk In The Woods With Rober... Overcast but warm, ...
- Bob Dylan, And Me. I know Bob Dylan well. Grew up with him,
- Breakfast For One Breakfasts were special. Two plates. Two...
- A Bowl Of Rice Always A fractured home A distanced ...
- All The Boys On back a bedroom door A hook, a cap, ...
- 'Bookmark' Bookmark by Martin Swords
- The Late Gift He had only one more gift to give, the manner...
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A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost
Overcast but warm,
The day dry, unusually.
Walking the woods with the dogs
As many times before.
Lucy and Tig, away in the rough dark deep,
Yipping with the scent of deer, excited.
Ruby, river scrambling, biting
At the bogwater, wagging, from the shoulders back
Along the old familiar track, into
The clearing where the roads diverge.
I stopped and stood. Which way to go?
Think of another Poet, and roads not taken.
Yes, I’ve been here before. This way I came.
That way I saw a squirrel once.
And down that way a badger
Straight on, the ...
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