Douglas McClarty Poems

Not far from shores of plenty
A swallows flight, no more
Another ship of pleasure arrives
From their warm, cosy nights dreams
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The most wonderful thing in life
Is to have your loving wife.
To love and beloved every day
To share laughter and tears,
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I sat with others perplexed, lost
He stood staring straight ahead, silent.
Not a word was spoken to the crowd
Minutes past, still not a single sound
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used to turn the mangle handle
Squeezing water from the wash
A weekly duty, a ritual preformed
The fresh smell of carbolic soap
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looking out a window
On a bright winters day
Under the cherry tree
I see a beautiful display,
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Lying in my bed in the darkest night
I watched with open eyes a sight
Fairies sat on my summer cherry tree
Looking through a window at me
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I set a upon a journey,
along the river path
Following the winding waters,
past Mountsandel Rath
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I'm in a dither should I hesitate
Will hang back take my time
Better being in two minds, they think
I get flustered and panic in a tizzy
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How many eyes have looked
at William Bald's creation
How many have travelled this
masterpiece built by hungry souls.
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Many a journey home I've looked at Knocklayde
I could tell its mood by the colours God made
On a sunny day it displayed its many shades of green
Yet long winter days looked grey, a desolate scene
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