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By Paddy Mulhern
Leaning on the Griffeen Wall,
Listening to Seagulls call,
River flowing swiftly by,
Main Street at a crawl.
Busy people to and fro,
In and out of shops they go,
Dad resting toddler on the Wall,
Tossing crumbs to ducks below.
Trees that keep the pavement dry,
Allow blue glimpses of the sky,
Gleaming ripples on the stream,
A Griffeen trout goes gliding by.
Side by side stream and street,
Destined they will never meet,
In shadow of the ancient bridge,
Old echoes drum a primal beat.
Still life by the water fall,
The stately Heron standing tall,
A respite from the bustling day,
Leaning on the Griffeen Wall.
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