Mister Anderson
A September reprieve
by , 26-08-16 at 22:00 (191 Views)
The Sun's been my enemy for 40 long years,
caged in its gaze I'm alone.
A mother who drinks of my blood, sweat and tears,
who takes till I'm dry to the bone.
Yet fortunate I am that once in a while,
nature denies her own prey,
and Winter's cold hands keep me wrapped in his warmth,
till the sun doth set over Sligo bay.
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