' By The White Streams Of Killclarke-{ In Honour Of St. Patrick's Day } Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

' By The White Streams Of Killclarke-{ In Honour Of St. Patrick's Day }



And the stream was long and narrow
Running 'side.....the crooked marrow
Of the smoked-black, wooded bark
Through the dark woods of Killclarke

And, on Augustides...afternoons face
We called on magique to take its' place
Off the windbreaks and the shadows
Silhouettes of nesting sparrows

Flight juxtaposed....and flanked in ''V
Then breaking flank in serpentine
They flutter....into weeping tree's
And, goldenrod...aroused in breeze

'Bove our heads windpipes in whistle
Stroking prickled flowered thistles
Painting colours...shades of green
An Artist's finest dream

And, could life yet, get any better
Then with you, and me together
Sharing love in the wooded dark
By the white streams...of Killclarke


Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR) -MMXVI

Thursday, March 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: ireland
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