Screedmetalling  “For  Sale” signage
Sings a strange song in the wind,
Billowing up the Mardyke Road .
Jet airliner in evening sky
Trails sun-tinted cidonate,
As I begin to feel the chill of years gone bye,
Again listening to my fathers voice,laying
Down law to my eldest sister,
On those sixties dance halls, boyfriends,
And all that hippy-hippy-shaking stuff.

Patrick Walsh is from Cork, Ireland, with works published in ezines and print journals, most recently in The Ugly Tree, Sharp (Univ. of Galway) and Tintean (the Australian diaspora journal).