The stranger sat upon the park bench, <br />and looked across the Lough. <br />Smoke from his pipe <br />blended with the cool morning breeze. <br />The distant mountains patchwork of green <br />sat under the hand of dawn’s rolling mist. <br />The white capped dark waters rolled endlessly against the shore, <br />nudging the sheltering boats against their moorings, <br />and washed over shoreline rocks <br />speckled with lichen and moss. <br />A pair of swans with their signets sheltered <br />in the calmer waters of the harbour <br />away from the white capped waves. <br />The sun edged its way into the sky, <br />from behind the sleeping mountains, <br />spreading red and oranged fingers <br />to touch the retreating night clouds. <br />The village adopted ginger cat <br />made his morning patrol <br />along the harbour’s sleeping boats, <br />in a search for breakfast. <br />The autumn coloured tree leaves, <br />fluttered in the morning breeze <br />as the wind and waves rolling <br />over the shore bound rocks disturbing <br />the dawning silence.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mountshannon-october-morning/
