We Will Meet At The Inn Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Fill your tank with gasoline
ready for the spree,
turn left beyond the garage
and right at junction three.

Travel along the motorway
past acres of golden hay,
drive on across a narrow bridge
which spans the Kerrilay.

You may see the poppy fields
and purple heathers in array
and a sign-post to the little village
near the river Kerrilay.

At the Inn, we will meet for tea;
at nightfall, visit the Monastery.
Then take a trip to sea and sand
falling in love in wonderland.

But should you be feeling tired and alone...
I will be there to carry you home.
We will follow the path of the Milky Way
dreaming again at the Kerrilay.