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Best Poems From
JOSEPH ENRIGHT
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The Foal
Struggling to stand on wet green land,
Mother nervously at hand
New born foalon spindly legs
Welcomed to the world by chilly winds.
First steps taken tentatively,
Gives his first joyous whinney,
Strengthening legs....he stretches out
Soon...proudly , he struts about.
Galloping now with great speed
Of his mother....he takes no heed
Owner looks in oer the gate
Says 'Someday Shergar you will be great'
Joseph Enright
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The Island
Craggy rocks,
Windsweot fields,
An island bereft of trees,
Crashing waves, blowing sand,
A beautiful, barren land.
Gulls soaring, catching wind,
Floating lazily on outstretched wings
Winter chill from the east
Water drifting from the beach.
Seaweed lying on the ground,
Shells scattered all around,
In the distance a heron stands,
Master of his watery land.
Oer the bay comes the sound,
Trawlers going to fishing grounds,
Choppy waters, white topped waves,
Fishermen at sea for days.
On this island beach I stand,
Surveying this beautiful land,
Thinking of people gone before
Time for home, I depart for home..,
Joseph Enright
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Winter
When frost lays its icy hand
Upon the greeness of the land
Pools transformed over night
Countryside, a crystal white
When winter chill doth blow his breath
Holding the world in icy grip
Silent stillness all around
Snow falling softly on the ground.
Laughing children in the snow
Youthful faces all aglow
World transformed, magic sight,
In their beds, sleep well tonight
Joseph Enright
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youth
In the stillness of the night
I lie and think of days gone by,
Of carefree youth and games we played
Mountains climbed and seas we sailed,
In cowboy games we rode the range,
Distressed damsels we did save
Raging rapids we survived,
Conquered blazing forest fires
Paper chase and rounders played
Football goals always saved.
The days of youth quickly pass
Cruel world we face at last
Working days, come and go
Tempus fugit...theres the blow.
As the years they unfold
Watching friends growing old
Many more they have died
We pray theyre at Gods side
Now in my death bed I do lie
I pray my angel is nearby
To whisper gently in my ear
To help me througt my final fear.....
Joseph Enright
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