Friday, December 12, 2008

A Poem for Christmas.

A poem for Christmas.


Journey's End.

Sleeper towns
Old faded signs.
Vapours trail
Cross rainbow skies.

Houses now
That watch the road
Peeping out
Through terraced rows.

Villages
And valleys though,
Steepled through
The hedgerows go.

Shadows traced
Across the glass.
Reflections and
The world goes past.

The road sweeps round
Another bend
Down crooked miles
To journey's end.
Photograph: Statue of Pope John Paul 11
NUI Maynooth Co. Kildare.

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