Tuesday 30 August 2011

Blue Butterflies



Blue Butterflies

I’d love to live where the blue butterflies sing,
Where famine stones remember, crickets are free,
And dreams are caressed by the mid-day sun.

Far away

Dogs chauffeured in cars, eight-year-olds browse the Internet,
Schools go online, where the butterflies sing.

Far away
Far away

Irony of the damned, the economy blighted while famine stones stand.
And the butterflies sing so loud.

Far away
Far away
Far away


Ballyconneely, Clifden, August 2011