The helicopter

Its late, dusk is closing in darkness is coming, Most are winding down for the night Eyes are being rubbed whilst pyjamas are put on And cuddles have been given. Words are exchanged, some full of love, some full of anger And some never talk, some words go unspoken.   A hum in the distance,... Continue Reading →

While the daisies sleep

Like the daisies Ireland must sleep for a little while longer. Tbe morning dew twinkles on the grass blades As we wait for the birds to welcome a new dawn in Sunbeams reach through the leaves on the trees And slowly the buds begin to open Time waits as they begin to spread their petals... Continue Reading →

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