User:Phaedriel/Today/August 5, 2007

Today is Irpen's day!  

The mighty Irpen roars and bellows, The wind in anger howls and raves, Down to the ground it bends the willows, And mountain-high lifts up the waves.

The pale-faced moon picked out this moment To peek out from behind a cloud, Like a canoe upon the ocean It first tips up, and then dips down.

The cocks don't crow to wake the morning, There's not as yet a sound of man, The owls in glades call out their warnings, And ash trees creak and creak again.

Taras Shevchenko Happy Day, Irpen!