Yet another storm has hit our shores
Not quite as bad as the one before
It’s of little consequence to the elderly
As flood waters rise above their knees

The promises that had been made
Election words which quickly fade
They look out now onto grey clad sky
Tears slowly fall, they begin to cry

The golden skies of recent past
The glorious light that didn’t last
The happy smiles the glinting eyes
Replaced by waves and Keening cries

Their thoughts were with the fishermen
The sheep and livestock out in the glen
The boats anchored out by the pier
They bow their heads, in silent prayer.

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Photography by Liam Kelly