A poem by Oscar Daunt Brennan, age 18, Dublin
When the needle-trees have crick-a-cracked,
And blossomers have burst,
When the leaves rust red and fall down dead,
Then the fifth begins.
The sun will rise with two blue eyes.
A landscape of illusory peace is depicted just before the guns of battle reach it in the first world war
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A new work by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
Crook, County Durham: There’s a contemplative pleasure to gathering up the leaves this time of year, and it’s a benefit to…
A poem by Robyn Yelverton McKiernan, age 15, Dublin
St Dominic, Tamar Valley: Our wooded enclave is alive again with bursting magnolia and questing bumblebees, while primroses amass…
