Wynne’s bar is a haven
From the monotony cast by this isle
When the sun goes down of an evening
And it’s beauty has ceased to beguile.
It’s a place where a jovial encounter
Will most certainly come your way
Amid the chink of the glasses
And the rattle of dice as we play.
The beer, the food, the company
None better will you find
To cheer the spirit, feed the body
And stimulate the mind.
Yes, Wynne’s bar is a haven
From the monotony cast by this isle
When the sun goes down of an evening
And it’s beauty has ceased to beguile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely rhythm, lovely flow, and a lovely picture presented here. Thanks for the read, I enjoyed it very much. Love Ernestine XXX