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
1040 Jackson Avenue, Third Floor
Long Island City
NY 11101
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. |
Sometimes we get the impression that a poem is something written on paper. This is not altogether the truth. The printing on paper is really a poem second hand. The real poem is an event of the mind and may be totally different from what we see on paper.
The Streets of Fermoy
How sad is a winter with no hope of spring?
How sad a young man with no dreams to enjoy?
With no way to know what the future might bring
I wandered alone on the streets of Fermoy.
Then out of life's nowhere she was standing there,
And kindled a hope that my dreams could employ,
Hard to believe how she answered my prayer,
The beautiful lady I met in Fermoy.
Beauty and grace like a new summer flower,
She sprinkled my world with blossoms of joy,
She lit up my life and filled me with power
The beautiful lady I met in Fermoy.
Then came a day when we walked down the aisle,
With her hand in mine we both became one,
Together we'd grow and together we'd smile,
Till life and it's blessings were over and done.
How happy the man who has found love in life,
A sweet home with children to share and enjoy,
And I owe it all to my wonderful wife,
The beautiful lady I met in Fermoy
© Ronnie McGinn
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