Winter Milk

With eyes of wonder, looking down A horse clops softly through the snow A brown trap laden A man with a ladle Fresh milk does smoothly flow

Wide eyed with wonder My young eyes record A memory A time when life was simple Silent flakes flowing From the sky

Now, all of this seems lost As I sit here in the Square 1 ponder The cost of progress The loss of simplicity Perhaps nothing has changed Just my aged perception Makes it so

The children I see dancing Around Tralee Play uncomplicated games Bubbling with life Rich with the energy Of nature’s Most bountiful flow