Just a little poem I wrote the other day. Any advice/comments are always appreciated! Walking down to the sea I see, a seagull upon that iron globe. A monument to lost sea-souls, but people pass the plaque. (It's too hot for history). All heading for the grey-stone wall, the one that looks out to the so-called "Rat Island". Home in the past to happy hippies. I pick a spot on the wall so I can see for miles out and metres away. onto the beach. Here, I can sit and people watch. A most pleasurable past-time. Especially on a rare sunny day in Dublin. (though, believe me there are clouds above me. Dark ones too!) Lovely stretched out sea! A little fishing boat there in the distance and young and old on the sand beneath me, all amongst the chip bag ships and ochre-rusted cans. So, not everyone feels the ceaseless magic of this place! But in my mind I can see The holy Ganges, and polluted Yangztee merging into this matrix. Connecting me to all, and to everyone. Peace and love everyone! :jester:
