STARS O’ER LEIGHLINBRIDGE

Brilliant be the morning gleam

In waking waltz of childhood dream

In truth I speak of mid day sun

Stretching the sky in sleepy yawn

Loosened earth from harvest field

Steams the valley with fruitful yield 

All the heaps of thistle and stalk

Rest in shadows along the walk. 

Now at dusk falls the light

Conceiving faeries into flight

Dripping sky settles the grass

Whi…