Read Poem: SUMMER SHOES, by Declan Molloy

Certainties like this

fields filled with dreams

lips of remembered smiles

stepping on dry stone

footfall quiet heel to toe

we, moving on the lane

kicking stones,

a moment to disturb

the verge as we go,

Touching your hair

while leather shoes

bend and sing

A faint murmur beneath,

beach trees

a silence to tired feet

and a world of crows above

A place to think,

where dreams are

brown parcels

tied with old string,

And here before open country

under a summer sun

summer shoes

kiss the hot road

as if reluctant lovers

while curious cattle

watch us pass