AS SUMMER FADES
By the late Eileen Breen
March 16, 1916 – May 5, 2006
Poem Number 13
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AS SUMMER FADES
I’ve packed away the blithesome things of summer
The pink and navy pants, the buckskin shoes
The scented leaf I picked up in Killiney
The menu cards, the camera and the views
But when again spring steals amongst the by-ways
And celandine and primrose will appear
With travel pass in hand I’ll head for Dublin
And call to you from gate
“I’m here, I’m here!”