The Rising Tide

The Rising Tide.

I own a tree somewhere,

From Google Images

up in Monaghan.

That and the iodine tablets
that the government gave me.
Any number of frights.

I was thinking of looking
it up sometime.
Make a day of it.
Get the weather reports.

And the lie of the land
maybe the hard road.
The truckstops,
talking of
the rising tide,
and the troubles,
the cuckoos,
they'd be changing
their tune soon.

August is a cruel
Month.

Frank Murphy.