Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

Yellow Steeple - Poem by Mike Finley

Oliver Cromwell,
Archduke of Wellington,
Kathleen Keane
and her daughter Maureen

The drama and the trauma
of this tavern on the Boyne
where the soldiers face down
as if something were lost

and the blood slippers down
beyond Louth and past Knouth
where the sun finds the visor
on the year's shortest day

We fought at Enniskillen
under a flapping English flag
You said I was drove like an ass
and I took the utmost exception


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 7, 2007

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