Gearoid Iarla

On the shores of tropical seas
Shells from the surf foretelling all.
Fields of neglectful mustard flower
Capturing a young boy in his budding
Photographic sweetness distilled.
Bringing the idiot cattle their fodder
Through the killing blizzard
In firey trial of cannon and shell
The workings of a mighty engine
Flame spitting without and within
In carefree wandering along jewel
Embanked lakes, hellish glare
Of foundry and mill forgotten
Grafting apple trees and roses
Gathering good from the gound
Along this short traverse of time
Love flowers among the briars.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae