Folks
A poem and invitation from Francis Ledwidge Museum Slane
Carol Owens found it on Facebook
May
She leans across an orchard gate somewhere,
Bending from out the shadows to the light,
A dappled spray of blossom in her hair
Studded with dew-drops lovely from the night,
She smiles to think how many hearts she'll smite
With beauty ere her robes fade from the lawn.
She hears the robin's cymbals with delight,
The skylark in the rosebush of the dawn.
For her the cowslip rings its yellow bell,
For her the violets watch with wide blue eyes.
The wandering cuckoo doth its clear name tell
Through the white mist of blossoms where she lies
Painting a sunset for the western skies.
You'd know her by her smile and by her tear
And by the way the swift and martin flies,
Where she is south of these wild days and drear.
Happy Poetry Day one and all. We are throwing open our doors today and in honour of May 1st we invite you to freely enter and perhaps even recite a poem in the birthplace of Francis. We have a school tour between 1 and 2pm but otherwise we are here until 4.40pm.
Also please Note
Our next Poetry session is on Tuesday 27th May at 7.30pm
Theme is "Lesser Known Irish Poets"
Jim.
OK: A day late as they say but if you should happen to find yourself in the vicinity of the Ledwidge Museum in Slane then why not drop in for a visit. FM.
