Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Sunday, 19 June 2011


As if wine was forever our truth!
We had holidays under some sun
And nights undone with ripeless future

Season, season bereft of reason
This distance stays me to lands I know,
Lads I know, sons I only think on

Where have we gone upon our travels
To pretend to seek something purer
Of white mind and just education

There must be within what is without
I tally, I sow, I try to know
Yet sussed, I bow again to shallows

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