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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Seeing a loved one dear to you
lying in their final bed
Is an image that stays with you
long after funeral prayers are said
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Awed by its architecture
I step inside
Gigantic Gothic arches
rise on either side
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From the chateau gardens
I heard the most melodious sound
A nightingale loudly proclaimed
it's presence to all around
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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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Velvet reed mace by the lakeside
Swans glide on the mirror serene
Buttercups gold among grasses
In heat haze a calming scene
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Climbing to the fort in humidity,
at the end of the lane I stop
Pin cushions of Devil's Bit Scabious
Amid flowering spreading Stonecrop
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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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A quiet cove far out of town
A rutted road on the way down
A long fishing net by the roadside
Waves splashing rocks, incoming tide
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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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