Picture taken from Charles Fort by the author Darren Greenidge Oh sweet Kinsale
I dreamed of you yesterday
In my heart you always are
and on my mind you play
I dreamed of your harbour
as the bells chimed on the boats
As I glided on by
like a disenchanted ghost
I went past my own
footsteps of times past
And saw many memories
imprinted and a apart
Oh sweet Kinsale
how I miss you so
You have half my spirit
all of my soul
And as I pass the Spaniard
and the Tap
Ripped away from the dream
I regularly have
I need to return
even for a few days
As I count down the time
when I will return to stay
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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