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He’s dreaming again of moving away
To start afresh, that brand new day
Three places special to him
where life can start for him once again
Scotland is a place he’s aimed to be
Edinburgh a place he knows he can be free
The winding streets, the little wynds
history and culture, so much to be seen
A short trip away he’s up in the highlands
mountains, lochs, and golden sands
Deer roam free, the stag graceful
the monarch of the glen so beautiful
The wind whispers his name across the miles
his heart breaks as does his smile
For he’s stuck in his own hell
no-one cares, no-one can tell
What does he expect though from anyone
A helping hand, right words not undone
Excuses and fear rule his heart and soul
he wonders if he’ll escape this hell-hole?
No-one will arrive with a box full of cheer
with everything inside to guide him clear
For he’s in destiny’s hands, fate’s embrace
he’ll follow them until he finds his happy place
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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