Liam Poem by Michael Cochrane

Liam



Liam of lullymore of erins isle, he walks in green places of his childhood memories. He hears the gentle winds, and songs of the barley fields that once were sung. He thinks happy thoughts of Susan how fair of face, and waits until they meet again, in Kildares lovely sirens chorus of larks in morning's dawn.
Michael Cochrane ©

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