Dawn Arises. Poem by Michael Cochrane
Dawn Arises.
The mist rises from the boggy fields, as dawn breaks. A young boy picks potatoes he carries a basket on his back, to the horse and cart and wipes his brow of sweat. He arrives home to the thatched white cottage, and puts the fire on and heats his hands. He kneels with his rosary and prays in silence as the sunlight shines on Kildare.
Michael Cochrane © 2024
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