The Mist on a Ventry Morn

By Austin Slemon

Gently, slowly, the mist creeps in,
as the sun tells the world of the dawn. 
The mountains peek out as the day begins,
through the mist on a Ventry morn.
Without flinching, the butterflies travel,
over the sun drenched meadows and rain soaked gravel.
The fishermen launch tiny boats without fear,
as the tide gently thrashes the end of Cuan Pier.
While I sit in my chair as a new day is born,
the clouds float by as if racing somewhere.
and they fade in the distance without a thought or a care,
Through the mist on a Ventry morn.

 

 

Life of a Farmer

By John Joe Carmody

In January the cows are getting ready to clave,
which is not much of a laugh.
Farmers have to work all day,
by piking muck and feeding hay.

In February the cows start calving
and all the dogs are doing is laughing.
The tractor is after breaking down,
so keep those frowns upside down

In March the weather starts improving
and the grandmother want to give the dogs a grooming.
New Hollands are bad tractors by the way,
Massy Ferguson’s all the way!  

 

New Life 

By Dara O Sullivan

As the spring started to descend,
it washed the bitterness of winter away,
bringing snow and cold to an end,
making room for the warmth and sun to stay.

The small seeds start to sprout,
covering the fields with lovely smells.
The screams of calves could be heard throughout,
as well as the new-born lamb that yells.

The older trees grow back their leaves,
while young ones start to strengthen,
air is filled with buzzing bees,
as the days begin to lengthen.