Time Check
Last roads
, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
, oh know, just that, nowhere, this one brings me back. Where do these last roads begin and end, in our minds. Are we forever traveling down last roads as we imagine only for them to have no beginning or
Out there
Halfpenny moment
28-06-1914
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ABANDONED
About Tomorrow
ABSURB
Acceptance
ACCESSORY
ACROSS THE LINE
ADVERSITY OF VANITY
AIMLESS
ALTERNATIVE BELFAST
AMERICAN DIPLOMACY
AND ALL THAT THERE
AND NOW....A WORD FROM BRIAN
ANGELS
ANGELS CARING
ANGELS FALLING
ANNOYING SUCKER
ANYONE
AN INOFFENSIVE MAN
ART OF LIFE
ASKING A QUESTION
ASSUMPTION
AS WE CHOOSE
ATOMIC NUMBER (6}
ATTEN--SHUN
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hedgerows
Remembering sights and sounds of long ago
my memory drifts, to old laneways and hedgerows.
honeysuckle, primroses, blackbirds trilling
their sweet songs in to lazy days.
Scrambling around the farmers feet as he sweeped
his scythe, cutting the corn readying it for the miller.
sheaves binded with a single stalk of corn.
Fields of collapsed gold. Time passes, things change.
Shire horses noble and strong, straining to pull
orange coloured carts loaded with hay, memories prevail
off those singular moments, lying atop the hay
passing time on an erstwhile summer day.
it seems only yesterday though
Memories like the fields, lie fallow in my mind, waiting
for the touch of time to urge me once again to
wander old laneways, past hedgerows laden with honeysuckle.
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HEDGEROWS
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