From Dublin Bay, past streets years old
With history and stories, still being told
She charms us all
From Winter to Fall
With heavenly light, she’s a river of gold
Anna Livia, as Joyce once called she
Flows through Dublin city, to the sea
It sparkles and shimmers
For brave race swimmers
Past crowds on north, and south quay
Witness to events, for a thousand years
Rebellions, weddings and a billion tears
She silently rolls on
As we look upon
The oldest presence, who knows no fears
Don Cameron 2020
She just keeps rolling….
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