Country Pub Poem by Robert Sheridan
Country Pub
Homely comforts
Rural way of life
Loyalties remain
Wishful tributes
Vanished brews
Pie and peas, soup
Cheese and ham
Signs of welcome
Well worn doorways
Buildings fulfilling -
A humbler purpose
Since medieval times
Blackened kettles
Ever-burning fires
Simple signs
Inscriptions records -
Time and a date
Skirts the roads
Made from stone
Pilgrims, drovers,
Packhorsemen, now
Tourists refreshed
Some haunted by
Travelers - never left
Local mementoes
Pitted oak tables
Heart of a village
Past generations -
Memories still remain.
'2007'
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4/18/2024 7:12:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
WoW, I did like this very much, so much imagery in so little words.... This is very powrefull to the reader, as I could see an ancient pub, in some ancient village, priamrily Ireland... That is what I saw on the dusty roads, with a lonely sheppard with his flock of sheep passing by........ Bonnie