WJ Cooper series
No12 Wexford Sonnet
A gem by the waves all purple and gold
From fine sands at Clone to Hook and beyond
Brave Wexford my love a thrill to behold
Oh Slaney your banks our nation did bond
Duncannon I lust for your magic at dawn
As Gorey laments her brave sons at dusk
While geese from afar descend to rich lawns
Great millstones at Ferns took flour from the husk
Oh Oliver Sheppard cast him in bronze
Stout-hearted Pikeman his life to lay down
Blackstairs regaling you shan’t walk alone
Bold Enniscorthy splendiferous town
Rapturous twitters at old Monaseed
Loch Garman stood strong with God to succeed.
Tom Clancy.
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