The church attendance slightly down,
the rugby match has drawn the crowd,
my walk in Herbert Park is done.
The papers need some reading,
surely all these magazines are passe?
out suitable sections-
the green bin fills,
and from cafe shop on Morehampton
Road the bolognaise with spaghetti,
the ice cream tub, the biscuit,
and kitchen table Sunday lunch,
settling down to snooze,
the papers in a pile beside the chair,
the garden can't be done today,
its sunday- a day of rest,
no servile work.
then twitter beeps best wishes
to leinster from an aussie.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful and funny. A painting would open before my eyes, was thinking oh mine, the more things we do on Sunday the more nice things to be happy for, and when I was ready to have a sit, came the well wishing message from the other side of the world. What a nice way to end a day! Awesome Sunday, thank you for share!