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a gown of green well worn by time revealing lushness and beauty the mist in her eyes tells an ancient story inviting me to listen her voice beckons tugs at the heart she reaches out and takes my hand strong … Continue reading
It has been very difficult to do much writing while Maureen and I have been exploring parts of western Ireland. It’s not as if Ireland is lacking for anything to write about. Some of the greatest writers and poets have … Continue reading
Driving down the highway On the wrong side of the road Listening to the radio Someone’s singing with a brogue Didn’t have to go far Before I reach the first delay And quickly learn that in Ireland Sheep have the … Continue reading
early morning rain ancient rhythms in the mist from dreams I awake still tapping to the music soft Irish morning welcomes
thirst for the old ways beckons the story teller a pint of black stout We are spending our first night of our Ireland vacation in Clifden, County Connemara, in the west – Joyce Country.