Molly's take-away is busy, <br />Selling chips, kebabs galore. <br />Evening warmth <br />Greets homebound trawlers, <br />Night time walkers <br />Dot the shore. <br /> <br />Shining beacons crowding main streets, <br />Children scarmble on blankets warm. <br />Teenage girls <br />Throw knowing glances, <br />Eager boys <br />In Levis - torn. <br /> <br />Guinness wafts from half filled bars, <br />Husbands hurry, shaved and sweet <br />Escorting wives <br />All neat and powdered, <br />In high heeled shoes <br />Those legs a treat. <br /> <br />Turf scented streets, <br />Hilly, narrow, <br />Squeeze cars abreast <br />Not built to fit. <br />Pathways thin, not fit for walking, <br />Filled with students, booted feet. <br /> <br />Waitress selling <br />Food and petrol, <br />We eat sandwiches, <br />Tea and Coke. <br />Summer sun on mountain camping, <br />Silhouetting fir and oak. <br /> <br />Balmy breeze from the Atlantic <br />Cooling foreheads, heat is close. <br />Pints of lager, <br />One of Guinness - <br />Reach the head, <br />Soothe the throat. <br /> <br />Viewed from car <br />Windows tight, <br />Silent movie all around. <br />Collage on an Irish hillside, <br />Many lives, <br />Together bound..<br /><br />Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/killybegs-summer-evening/
