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I walk along your rugged shore and gaze far out to sea, hear the seagulls shriek and cry but there’s calm in me. In your very pleasant harbour delightful sights I see, from the far distant mountains to Howth island scenery. The laughter of the children, as they play along your beach and all [...]
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Under a star in Bethlehem in a stable on the edge of town, a boy child was born to Mary in a manger she laid him down. The night was cold and snowy that’s how the story goes. a baby surrounded by animals wrapped up in swaddling clothes. An ox and donkey by [...]
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When I wrap my arms around thee and pull thee close to me to place my moisten lips on thine true love is mine for thee I hold thy hand and squeeze it tight and gaze into thine eyes a love from thee returns to me and great passions within me rise To [...]
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Alone behind curtains, her heart rings hollow as she watches people passing by. A street filled with smiles, her mouth creases sombre, arched by loneliness twisted by time. From her window, rain falls heavy on an unworn coat, sun shines cold on untouched skin, wind blows harsh to waiting eyes. She hears church [...]
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Autumn bites the air sharpening a September morning. Leaves of plum cherry prance over village walls. Gorse prickles yellow curving magenta heather meandering the Great Sugarloaf. * Fields of wrapped summer rest, rolled into harvested hay as clouds puff by breathless. Berries bruise tart hedgerows, their sprinting thorns startle a dandelion sun. Thistle heads [...]
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In my photo frame, a woodland blooms where birds swoop strawberry fields. A sweating sun sheds a silken coat hanging golden sheets across the sky. Sunflowers bow at a wailing wall grinning at greenfly on dewy roses. Chiffon butterflies trek the mountains pulling on a string of glassy beads. Children giggle [...]
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At the base of the mountains of Ireland, where furze, and heather grow, you’ll find the wee Fairy folk all marching heel to toe. They are not too easy to detect, when trooping homeward bound, in their green jackets and red caps they make no earthly sound. Home they go, and happy they [...]
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Samson and Goliath ,you’re still here here on the banks of the Lagan you witnessed it all, still standing tall and knew that our poor hearts were sagging Out to the west of you touching the sky are the mountains of Davis and Black they know of the peoples struggles and have seen every [...]
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