Barnaderg Post office
Bernadette Forde
The last verse of this poem will be used for our Daoine agus Áit (People and Place) project which will be launched by the Heritage Society during Heritage week next month.
The Post Office
A letter to post
To family far away
Where will I go?
To the Post Office of course.
On the edge of the village
She stands square and proud
Sure of her status
To those at home and away.
The first thing that greets me
Is its pretty green and white facade
With the green metal letterbox
Waiting patiently in the shade
Six metres squared
Is the extent of its size
Familiar and friendly
With Geraldine inside
Stamps, postal orders and online deliveries
Greeting cards, Mass cards and newspapers too
Are just some of the services
Our post office provides
As I imagine my letter
Winging its way overseas
I think of my family
And friends in other countries
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