June gloom storm night...
'here we go round the roseys...'
sliding windows' rivulets...
'pockets full of poseys'...
river down, plink down...
'upstairs, downstairs'...
comfort bundling dry eyes...
'one, two, three'...
deep twilight sighs dreams.
'I wish I may, I wish I might'...
Sleep the dream I breathe tonight.
'have the wish I wish tonight'...
ps nobody in Ireland talks like that...we're not all Leprechauns you know.... ...sure an' begorrah... Slán Leat
elysabeth...... top o' the morning to ya from a coolish Juneish here in Ireland, while you're perspiring in Louisiana, (....ladies don't sweat! ....) Keep well, keep in touch....atishooo...atishooo...we all fall down Martin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nursury rhymes were meant to be sinister. a perfect vehicle. and somebody wonders why we're warped. gm Elys