Westfield Park

Maire Morrissey Cummins’ poem in Westfield Park Limerick

Lakeside Dreams

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Dusk by the lakeside,

waters gently lap the shore.

A breeze weaves through tall reeds,

to dance amid soft mountain shadows.

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A strawberry moon rises

behind a copse of Oak,

rolling smoky skies.

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In the hush of midnight

bare branches reach to the stars,

weaving the falling darkness

into a night of dreams.

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 – Maire Morrissey-Cummins

Photographs by Radka Bukovska

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