Soft caress of the eening breeze
Is on my back, as the setting sun
Goes down, looking in on Bantry
Where the weekend has begun
And as I the poet greet evening
As it becomes night - life is for this!
The balm of an evening seabreeze
Brings to all mankind bliss.
West Cork, of Wolfe Tone fame
Hosted unknowing one night
A poet, as he calls himself, from Offaly
Who on a Bantry bench some verses did write...
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