Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
| If you have a poem you'd like to see published in The Irish Examiner then send it to:
The Poetry Corner
The Irish Examiner USA
305 Madison Avenue, Suite 1462
New York
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or, preferably, you can email it direct to
ronniemcginn@eircom.net.
If possible keep your poem to 20 lines. You may choose any subject you like, in any form you like as long as it's original. We look forward to hearing from you. |
Resources of poetry are as inexhaustible as human experience itself. But trying to maintain freshness and originality is never easy, sometimes impossible! This is probably where the great poets excel over ordinary mortals. However I sometimes think that the expression of an emotional experience, no matter how simple can often work successfully in its own quite way.
"Charlie"
Me and Charlie used to stroll,
Evening pathways, high and low,
By the river in the woodlands,
Where the ferns and foxgloves grow.
Even took some of that fauna,
Planted it at home next day,
Near the tree house in the garden,
Where the children love to play.
Charlie loved his family
They surrendered to each whim,
Wild distraction with affection,
Knowing well, how they loved him.
Now Charlie's bed is four foot long,
Three feet wide and four feet deep,
The birds are gentle with their song,
Lest they might disturb his sleep,
Close by the ferns and the foxgloves,
Charlie sleeps the time away,
Near the tree house in the garden,
Where the children love to play.
© Ronnie McGinn
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