The little boy comes round to play
To pick up his presents for his birthday
He smiles at the sight of the boxes
So many presents, so many choices
He unwraps them in a frenzied manner
Fits of giggles at sights from the sender
Toys galore as the paper comes off
The day’s not over, yet more, never enough
Four years old he turned today
This innocent child, this birthday boy
Off to his party with his friends
A cake, some games, a magical end
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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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