Once Upon a Time Poems

A Child Among Poets

Down the dirt road to Mackross Abbey,
Only few walls stand in disgrace,
Yet, a boy skips by like one honeybee,
Looking for nectar in an unlikely place.

What a piece of work is poets' peace!
In heritage stainless, a brave fleet,
For centuries, with history’s lease,
Guarding, wakefully, the muses’ feat.

As I stroll in awe among the stones;
With a laughter of joy and a giggle mild,
Scattering his delight around their bones,
Happily whistling, enters this child.

Inventing freely his adventures,
Surprises he uncovers, his face aglow.
Poets, too, admire little-boy ventures,
Envious of breath, under the snow.

With inward toils all ground to dust,
Winter has whitewashed the Shamrock.
It’s cold, I’ll be on my way, but I must
Pray for children's freedom and luck.