“Spring” by Thurles Poet Tom Ryan.

Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

Under the far and flickering stars,
On this bright and lovely night of Spring,
In that childrens’ place of memories,
By the river down the Mall.
Tell me it isn’t beautiful

That place where street lights magically
Trace their pale and orange shimmering shapes
On the ever-flowing river,
Serenading each life’s journey.
Tell me it isn’t beautiful

In secret silence swans
From out the mysterious mist of night,
Play with the lighted patterns on the water,
Buds on bare boughs breast the air,
On grassy banks crisp frost appears.
Oh, tell me it isn’t beautiful

And in those hours when magic fails,
And worldliness can faith assail,
I then envision swans of Spring
Solemn and splendid, hearkening
To the language of each living thing.
Oh,tell me it isn’t beautiful.


Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.


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