Dublin 1888 Poem by Michael Cochrane

Dublin 1888

Rating: 5.0


She stands on Grafton st with her barrow of roses amongst the fruit sellers of Dublin. Nearby an old woman plays a tin whistle of an old Irish air. A little tramp dances a jig as the people clap in time and sing a perfect moment in the past.
Michael Cochrane ©

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Sylvia Frances Chan 13 June 2021

sing a perfect moment in the past............Scintillating memories, sweetest poem about Dublin 1888.5 Stars Full.

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Excellently worded, Memories.....

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