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The car, the music and me.
All three heading down to Clifden in Galway.
Calmness keeps me company, it's strange,
most times I'm crazy in my own mind.
I'm on my own, with only the car, music
and of course me for company
Nothing like a road trip to set your mind at rest.
Especially when you end up in Clifden, a place
that hasn't got too many people on the land.
How any ever survived this landscape defies
my imagination, perhaps they up and left.
Headed of to lands anew, hoping to find tranquility.
Thou harshness lies in many forms, cold ways and
colder people in city living.
Everyone out for themselves pushing
aside old ways and old times.
cruising through Connemara i
Pass by what was habitat for locals,
boulders lying discarded amid the heather and fern.
I think of Yeats phrase, Ireland a terrible beauty,
couldn't be more suited to Connemara. City's
are where people think they're better off, memories
will always intrude to seek out a quiet place, in Clifden
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