“THANK YOU LORD,” “For Galway Bay” I had walked from the house in the early mornings light At this age, no need to run, the walk just right No longer the need to rush, enjoy the hallowed ground And listen with attentiveness to every simple sound The chattering of the birds, as if they owned the land Swept through the tree’s so easily, just the way they planned To the splendor of the senses and the Enchanting Galway Bay The ocean had pulled back, leaving the sand for fun I enjoyed every second, with strong lotion for the sun Alone, yet not all alone, as my footprints left their mark The gulls along with stray dogs Said “Hello” with chirps and barks A look toward the ocean, one ship was on its way Fighting the magnetic pull, the beauty of Galway Bay There is so much to say, enraptured in so much bliss So I thank the Lord for giving me, a morning such as this. Michael Christopher Daly |
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Thank You Lord For Galway Bay
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