She looks out at the sunset
Orange across the horizon
It splits where the sky and earth met
A wonder of nature is on
She thinks on nature’s beauty
And all it has to hold
That most don’t appreciate to be
At one with it even in the cold
Tears of happiness fall from her face
As the sunset melts into the land
She sees its gently fall with grace
She can almost reach it with her hand
All the hate and violence she reads
In the papers and on the television
Upsets her so in their pursuit for greed
And their nasty evil mission
The shallowness of people saddens her
Their politics worst of all
They see nothing but a blur
Nature and beauty to them for fools
For money and power is their love
Their calling on this earth
A new railway route to them is a must
Cutting through nature’s beauty, cries unheard
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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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