Inniskeen Road: July EveningThe bicycles go by in twos and threes –There’s a dance in Billy Brennan’s barn to-night,And there’s the half-talk code of mysteriesAnd the wink-and-elbow language of delight.Half-past eight and there is not a spotUpon a mile of road, no shadow thrownThat might turn out a man or woman, notA footfall tapping secreciesContinue reading “Inniskeen Road: July Evening : : Patrick Kavanagh : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”