(23 09 1960 / Ireland)

Around Every Turn

Each side of the road covered in wild
Garlic around every turn I pass
Wonderful white flowers flourishing
On either side there, en masse

A winding avenue garlanded in garlic
Low banks and verges alike
No palace could ever compete with
That scene I passed on my bike

by Margaret O Driscoll

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