Martin O'Neill Poems
What Price Literacy?
An extraordinary time you have waited
Quiet, in no kind of rush
You must be pleased now that it's over
Your time in the African bush
The grass stalks that rippled around you
The animals passing you by
The fierce yellow sun beating down
From the blue of your African sky.
When you finally burst into flower,
In blossoms of yellow and red
The eight year old girl who unearthed you
Couldn't read the notice that said
Just For You
This morning, eyes half closed
I felt a softness on my toes
A present from my cat, so sweet
Half a pigeon at my feet.