WEDDING NIGHT
The night before the wedding
Lewis and colleen tucked up in their bedding
Colleen dreaming of her big day and future groom
for on this night two angels slept without a sound in the darkness of my room.
Copyright
John leneghan.
Thursday, 17 March 2011
St Patricks Dream
St Patrick walked the mountains of mourne
away on his walk before the dawn
he walked the crystal mountain stream
taking rest when needed
giving him precious time to sit and dream
he walked for miles in the mid day heat
then chose a place to take a seat
to catch his breath and wash his feet
he sat on granite with feet in soak
giving thanks above with praying hands
with god he spoke
thanking god for his life and all his surroundings
was all he needed to say
as he sat by the stream overlooking the breath taking dundrum bay
the holy stones that touched the skin of st Patrick's feet on that very day
over a thousand years made their way down to finally rest upon the bay
the waves wash over the pebbles of peace
to bring rest to Ireland and the troubles will cease
each wave that washes over the sacred pebbles
echoing a last goodbye to all the rebels
each magical piece of stone
washed down over the years from st Patrick's stream
keeping alive Ireland's dream
from stone to pebble, from stream to shore
fulfilling st Patrick's dream, peace in Ireland forever more.
copyright
john leneghan.
away on his walk before the dawn
he walked the crystal mountain stream
taking rest when needed
giving him precious time to sit and dream
he walked for miles in the mid day heat
then chose a place to take a seat
to catch his breath and wash his feet
he sat on granite with feet in soak
giving thanks above with praying hands
with god he spoke
thanking god for his life and all his surroundings
was all he needed to say
as he sat by the stream overlooking the breath taking dundrum bay
the holy stones that touched the skin of st Patrick's feet on that very day
over a thousand years made their way down to finally rest upon the bay
the waves wash over the pebbles of peace
to bring rest to Ireland and the troubles will cease
each wave that washes over the sacred pebbles
echoing a last goodbye to all the rebels
each magical piece of stone
washed down over the years from st Patrick's stream
keeping alive Ireland's dream
from stone to pebble, from stream to shore
fulfilling st Patrick's dream, peace in Ireland forever more.
copyright
john leneghan.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Tuesday, 11 May 2010
spring
a freezing cold face
a welcome warm embrace
winters chill leaves no trace
spring slowly sneaks up behind us
taking us all by surprise
leaving millions of different coloured tulip bulbs on the rise
birds take to the newly budding trees
to make their nests with last years leafs
frogs hurry back to their favourite pond
as jack frost breaks the ice with a swish of his magic wand
copyright
john leneghan
2010
a welcome warm embrace
winters chill leaves no trace
spring slowly sneaks up behind us
taking us all by surprise
leaving millions of different coloured tulip bulbs on the rise
birds take to the newly budding trees
to make their nests with last years leafs
frogs hurry back to their favourite pond
as jack frost breaks the ice with a swish of his magic wand
copyright
john leneghan
2010
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
waters edge
the waters edge where the shore meets and greets the edge of the land
a warm breeze blows through your hair as you caress the moment as you walk with your lover hand in hand
under your bare feet you imagine counting the grains of sand that are made up by zillions
you are watched by no one but envied by millions.
copyright
john leneghan
2007.
a warm breeze blows through your hair as you caress the moment as you walk with your lover hand in hand
under your bare feet you imagine counting the grains of sand that are made up by zillions
you are watched by no one but envied by millions.
copyright
john leneghan
2007.
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