Bleary eyed and still partly dreaming
He awakes with sleep in his eyes not seeing
He stumbles from his bed yawning
Awakened by the bells of Sunday morning
A girl is out early this cloudy day
Pounding the streets jogging the cobwebs away
She passes by a church, people bustling outside
The bells of Sunday morning ring as she passes the tide
An elderly couple walk along the canalside path
Linked arms they take in the air, talk and laugh
They cut through the gates of the moor as birds sing
In time with the bells of Sunday morning
A man walking his dog passes the couple by
He nods a greeting as he holds his dog’s reign tight
Horses munch on the grass in the moor, happy as anything
In the distance ring the bells of Sunday morning
An old man shuffles along to the shops for his newspaper
To go with his fried breakfast and coffee later
He chats to neighbours and friends alike, jawing
As the bells ring out on a Sunday morning
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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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