Martin Swords

Rookie (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

Martin Swords Poems

41. Far From Athy 5/22/2009
42. Still Dark 5/24/2010
43. This Is The Place 10/29/2007
44. A Tree Has Fallen 9/21/2008
45. The Fairy Woman 7/21/2007
46. Starborn 7/4/2007
47. Joyful And Triumphant 1/5/2008
48. As I Came Over Wicklow Gap 7/2/2009
49. To An Insect On A Windowsill 8/7/2009
50. Plastic Daffodils 3/12/2009
51. Circle 8/28/2008
52. Down Among The Drunkies 8/28/2008
53. The Smith 4/7/2009
54. A Poppy Season 9/1/2007
55. A Pheasant Calls 10/22/2007
56. I Stood In Line 11/5/2008
57. The Nearly Man 10/7/2008
58. Time Was An Orange 10/3/2008
59. To A Crow 7/2/2007
60. Autumnal 9/26/2008
61. Doppelganger 6/16/2007
62. Artificial Paradise 9/20/2008
63. The Late Gift 8/23/2008
64. 'Bookmark' 9/24/2008
65. All The Boys 8/23/2008
66. A Bowl Of Rice Always 5/22/2009
67. Breakfast For One 8/23/2008
68. Bob Dylan, And Me. 7/9/2007
69. A Walk In The Woods With Robert Frost 7/11/2007
Best Poem of Martin Swords

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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The Shallowman

The Shallowman has friends
he counts as assets,
for favors he might need
from time to time.
He lists their skills and
contacts in his busy greedy mind.
He’ll call them when he needs them
when next he’s in a bind.

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