Morning misted grass
Velvet brushed green
Beckons, cries out
For a child,
Shoe-less and wild.
Race across bare grass
With bare feet
Unfettered and free.
Hedge to stone wall,
Run and invite all
Follow, come, join...
Weeping eyes reply,
Cannot run, sadly sigh...
Travel ahead and discover
Fields touched by many.
Through golden gorse,
Beneath rowan trees,
Still, but for wren and sparrow
hawks.
Come, follow...
There is yet another
Field awaiting,
Weeping eyes.
By Robert Sheridan
Can you imagine walking along this road? Feeling the mist in the air?
This is Ireland.
This was first published back in 2023 following hand surgery. Hand healed, but is at only 80% of it former use.
I can imagine walking along that road, maybe with a dog for company. Maybe just with daydreams.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely.
DeleteI just "borrowed" the first picture.
ReplyDeleteBorrow away.
DeleteIt would be very peaceful.
ReplyDeleteThere is a sweetness of a place like this one.
DeleteOh, yes, I would love to be strolling down such a path, Susan. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteRemembering Ireland and its green makes me long to be there again.
DeleteI can imagine it. Bliss.
ReplyDeleteThe poet did some awesome writing.
Deleteyes I can imagine it, and would love to. I also would love to go barefoot in that grass in the first photo. that sun through the tree is amazing.. these days I would probably stroll not run, and even sit not walk, ha ha
ReplyDeleteWe could sit together!
DeleteWhat a gorgeous path! I can imagine tiny magical creatures living in the mist! No wonder there are so many stories about The Good People in Ireland!
ReplyDeleteIt was an amazing place to live. Our kids were in elementary school, learning Gaelic.
DeleteBeautiful images.
ReplyDeleteI've walked on roads like this one. Feeling is incredible.
DeleteWhat a joy to walk such roads. Maybe someday.
ReplyDeleteDon't put it off. Maybe someday stretches into years.
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