A very enjoyable day spent in “The garden county” Wicklow.
Oh those times of pounds and pence
Uncluttered minds of innocence
Where money never grew on trees
Lullabies on mother’s knees.
When tv was in black and white
Children played ‘till evening light
Rolling meadows, climbing trees
Scarring, bleeding, elbows, knees
Patience past it’s sell by date
No time now to stop and wait
Life played out on the internet
Robots rule to my regret.
Evening shadows fall.
A deep soundless calm drifts gently
Onto the shore as evening shadows beckon
Pressing passing ripples onto the waters edge
Sheltered solitude for nature’s elegance.
Time for mindfulness. A solitary space
Gathers up into your inner soul.
Life lingers. Light dims. Peace penetrates.
Stay awhile, breathless, in awe of God’s creation.
J.poet7 ( wordverse.me )
It’s bank holiday weekend here in Dublin. The sun is out which always brings out the best in the city. The spectacle that is the sails making their way into Dublin port is something to behold. An extra photograph of cricket at Trinity college.