Dun Laoghaire

by

Hay Machine

Church spires bells and seawead smells
granite piers and grandeur
from Mellifont to Scotsman's bay
the empress and her sidekick stay
in bed and breakfasts
peeling tall and regal
where rock birds dry their oily wings
and poodles do their dirty things
where bunting flies from pole to pole to eagle

Classical victorian and plainer window shapes
their curtains shutters awnings blinds
and dusty draylon drapes
the People's park with tulip beds
its fountains with their cupid heads
the softer sound of tennis at Clarinda
Dun Laoghaire with your weathered face
contented town with seaside grace
you gild and frame our plain lives
quite sublimely

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Why don't you look at The Window
by: John Welcher
from: Anderson, SC, US

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