A Union of One

bicycle a peddlin’
wheels a turnin’
boreens a windin’

gallant early morning
dew bedecked meadows
bloom dappled hedgerows

bright sun smiling
tall reeds swaying
Atlantic waves bowing

child seated up front
dainty feet upon the footrest
head of curls, ringlets golden

father motions onward
they, enraptured in nectar
a union of one

“I hope that you’ll be very old when you die.” said the child
“And why is that?” enquired the father
“So that I won’t have to pass too much time without you.” replied the child

<— Bridie | Quest —>

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