Elaine Hartigan on O’Connell Street

It’s just a street,
Where strangers and friends meet,
In winter the rain pours down,
11.30 pm on I rarely saw a frown.

Melodies sprinkle through the air,
Taking away all despair,
Couldn’t count the times,
The music transcends our minds.

Its just a street,
On which all cultures meet n greet,
But even in the heat don’t walk up there on bare feet.

Your friendly smile,
Makes people want to stop a while,
A street
That sings with the help of six strings,
gives us all wings.

– Elaine Hartigan


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