Year's End Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Year's End
when trees unleave
some folk travel the highway
to Macumera
far from raging storms
and dark clouds
they long to dance and sing
on the village green
frisking in the moonlight!
mailmen in cobalt blue tunics
toting bags walk the lanes
bearing news and gifts
from the nuns at Roscommon
'here's a red rose and a tiny gallows
from Our Lady's Asylum at Roscommon! '
It's that time of year!
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