Twelfth morning #ShortPoems

The master raises the drum to his chest on Folly Lane. Resplendent with Lily, Sweet William too. The band called to order, his domain. He calls the tune. Killaloe, after two – one, two. Its Twelfth morning and in this poem I reflect on years gone by. Twenty years or more ago I used to …

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