Wise Irish Poetry

Summer Sleeping


Cool, Dark, Damp
as I slide between the sheets
of my mid-summers bed, at night.


Distant murmur of local chatter
over bonfire, peaks my interest
as I slyly spy through shades.


Smell of smoke, ash and turf
wafts through my open windows.

Sleep will come so fast - and stay
'till the morning sun does blast us.



Happy weekend to you all from Sunny Galway,
That is all the WiseWords I have for now (it is only 8.30am!)

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