Here he comes
A-chasing us
Spreading his
Winter chill
Oh Jack Frost
Your look indeed
Does kill
Nipping at our
Hands and toes
Stealing our warmth
And glow
Your cold fingers
Are felt by all
Your breath icy
Cool
As some dress in
Flimsy clothes, the fools
Your smile oh Jack
Is indeed frosty
As you watch us
Try and get toasty
Away from your cold
Embrace
And your chilling
Cold face
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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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