I vow to thee............

Your feedback

Michael (UK) said

I have you to thank for ever for changing my course
and road in life "

Nuff said
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Tim (Peru) said

" Butlers Bridge is bloody brilliant "

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Lost Boyhood

The Turf stack stood beyond the midden by the byre

The last track that led to the Rock Heads

To the straw-bed sheep shed snug in the worst of Winter

To the muddied gate cracked-dry surface in Summer

To the last outpost of boyhood

The Trees

Are we a Tree?
that grows and grows
four score years or more
save some sudden storm

Your feedback on Nightlove

I am impressed, this is a beautiful piece, you definitely have a way with words, and your princess of night is enchanting, thank you! STEVE

particularly loved your poem 'Nightlove' on your website -- that was excellent. Keep up the great work!  Jane

Nightlove

Curtain leaking light cross the valley 

Owl hooting emptiness

Night a sleeping princess

How she lies over the land

Her hills her folds, a faint heart beat.

A dog barks, no child, no sound stirs

Night slips the cool skin of her valleys

A heart of roses entwined in the tree line,

Cool calms the night

A  faint wind, her breath

A vapor trail faded long in her nightness

I let the garden grow

As I am weary

And on every leaf

On every blade of grass

On every tree silhouette

She slumbers

My princess

Mervyn Cooke 

Copyright © O Derry Boy August 2011