As I type I listen to the howls
People outside hide in their cowls
I’m inside sheltered from the wrath
Of a winters day, I’m not daft
Whatever happened to beautiful autumn
Summer bypassed too, climate change say some
The winds of change howl in delight
Wildlife run for cover, cower in fright
Is it me or are the seasons shifting
Caused by mankind or nature miffed
That we’re not looking after her
As we should, her wrath do we incur
We sit and stare, muddle through
In reality we haven’t a clue
For in our ignorance we blame all else
Except the cause, our own selves
One day it’ll be too late
As we are swept away to our fate
Like the dinosaurs before us this shall be
Because we refuse to to accept and see
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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