The Thatched Cottage Poem by Liam ó Comáin
The Thatched Cottage
It could be anywhere
That peaceful place
Approached by a boreen.
Distemper white with
A thatched roof like
A statue looking down.
There the birth cry was
Heard and from there
Funerals took place.
Night and day it sits
Like a seagull keeping
A kindly eye.
Occasionally mail arrives
From different parts
Like swallows returning.
You'll always be welcome
There- just lift the latch
And go on in....
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