Irish Summer

 Irish Summer


I know summer’s near when I hear

My neighbor cutting grass

It’s time I feel to search the shed

For tools of yesteryear. 


I think I’ll travel to the centre

To buy some potted plants

Instant gardening is what I seek

Some stuff to kill the ants. 


I know there’s an ancient barbecue

Beneath the chairs somewhere

Where did I put the fairy lights

Or did I dump them by mistake?


The sound of strimmers fills the air

Drowning out the robins call. 

The garden grass is looking well

You’d never guess it’s artificial. 


We’ll take the covers off the chairs

And wait for summer sun

Don a cap and splash with cream

Damn - the rain has come again. 


Our summer came in March this year 

At least we should be grateful

No hurricanes, no tidal floods 

Just mist and rain in fistfuls. 

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