"foyle" poems
And as the large man turned
the corner
tilted
lolled and
then capsized,
bobbing around Foyle street
As a turtle on its back
I wondered how his family felt
And how bad
he must have smelt.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
a darling in Derry
by the River Foyle
in bogside slid into harry
soon this gable marked toil
and this countess came sporadic
though many were that romantic
while their seven gates said no g8
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC