I miss Ireland green and pure
Where I should’ve been born
The past sings in my mind
My third I hope soon to find
It fills my heart with happiness
Replacing that cold emptiness
That clutches my heart here
Where I live in shallowness and fear
I miss the pubs happy noise
Mixing with the mad girls and boys
Listening to the fiddle player in the bar
The voice of an angel carries with all her heart
From Dublin to Kilkenny I have lived
Both these places I do miss
But Kinsale and Dingle stole my heart
Cork and Kerry I hope for a new start
Both have beauty beyond compare
Not just girls who are beautiful and fair
Food, drink and warm welcomes
This land of a thousand beautiful suns
I miss my family and friends so
Happy days did come and go
A different life I did have
Mostly good, little was bad
One day soon I shall return
Within my soul it does burn
But for now my eyes wander elsewhere
To a mistress in awe I hungrily stare
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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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