He watches his niece
Happy as always
Almost two
Playing, chatting away
She’s happiest
Outside
Aren’t we all
Watching planes fly
To be outside
By the beach
Watching the sea
Within reach
The heat
Of the sun warms
Your soul
From dusk till dawn
Outside in the
Mountains
He would rather be
Not inside doubting
To be up high
Looking out
At that panorama
With the gods he’d shout
To be away from
Dust and grime
Away from social
Niceties and crime
To be free from
Constraint
Outside in open
Spaces, a life to paint
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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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