Poetry

The Final Frontier

Picture courtesy of www.jaegerklub.de
Picture courtesy of http://www.jaegerklub.de

Paw prints in the snow
melt away in springs glow

Leaving only a memory behind
of what once was, now unable to find

No howls can be heard
just the sad lament of a few birds

That sing the songs of sorrow
for the children of lost tomorrow

In the final frontier
where nature sheds its tears

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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...''

4 thoughts on “The Final Frontier”

  2. This is uterrly poignant and we all bear witness and lament the loss of our beautiful wild brothers and sisters … RIP
    Thank you for telling the story

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