Packing his things away
into boxes and bags
Stuff that gathers dust
Just sitting there
Not doing much
Left with only a
Rucksack and a holdall
The rest stored away
In a dark and damp place
Which he’ll be back for someday
But not yet, no not yet
Too much he has to do
It suddenly occurred to him
He could be tied down
Now that won’t do, he smiles again
So off he goes with a brief
Sad look as the train pulls away
A few he will miss with all his heart
Too young to understand his need
For something more than just a new start
A heavy heart, a heavy sigh
He settles into his seat
A new place and a new home
With new people he’s to meet
In a city, a country new to roam
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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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