Our Moment In The Sun - Poem by Patrick O'Reilly
The afternoon crawled slowly by
As we lay down in the clover
Beside the singing river,
Our bodies stretched out,
Warm under the beating sun.
Everything was a dark, cool green.
Along the boggy banks,
And the ramshackle bridge died slowly
Before our yawning eyes.
She was my own, and always would be.
And I sighed to myself
`Can this moment ever last? '
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