Sandy Days
Easter eggs in craggy pocks
Muckross beach drive, skimming rocks
daisy chains tied up with grass
hiding from being brought to mass
ice pop melting down my palm
cattle lowing, baby lamb
cousins, family, dad is home
chasing waves and dodging foam
glass bottles of 7-up
jellies in a paper cup
getting late for sleepy head
carried safely straight to bed
cloudless nights and starry plough
moonlight ‘pon my little brow
back to Dublin, tear-filled car
knowing home is not that far.
Muckross beach drive, skimming rocks
daisy chains tied up with grass
hiding from being brought to mass
ice pop melting down my palm
cattle lowing, baby lamb
cousins, family, dad is home
chasing waves and dodging foam
glass bottles of 7-up
jellies in a paper cup
getting late for sleepy head
carried safely straight to bed
cloudless nights and starry plough
moonlight ‘pon my little brow
back to Dublin, tear-filled car
knowing home is not that far.
This poem is copyright (©) Clara McShane 2024
About the Writer
Clara McShane
Clara McShane is an emerging writer from Dublin with a BA in Psychology. She has been writing for most of her life, and finds a sense of peace and balance from engaging with poetry for both children and adults. Her work has been published in The Caterpillar Magazine and the Epoque Press e-zine.
