I can’t believe my poor
old Ireland
Lost in its own success
The Celtic tiger roars
no more
Stilled by her
leaders all
Her fields are quiet
as farmers struggle
Pubs and bars with
shutters up
Small towns are empty
Can you not hear the
ghosts of the departed?
Families torn apart
by all that befalls them
No money or jobs anymore
All gone and cutbacks
in force
The worst in living memory
they have seen
Ireland once more empties
as it’s done many
times before
Leaving only the old
behind
To think on times past
And the future of lost Ireland
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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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