Sitting Shoreside by Nabelwy Lake
Looking back through photos, a shot of Lough Nabelwy reminded me of one of my favourite walks in North Longford, and of …
Looking back through photos, a shot of Lough Nabelwy reminded me of one of my favourite walks in North Longford, and of …
Pass by, By Boat, By foot… You and I. I wrote this for the LOVE ON THE ROCKS – DUBLIN facebook group, …
Written on hearing a talk about doing the Camino, when heading out the walker told us his favourite part was looking at …
You could break down in a worse place Even if you were not like His Grace There is in it no disgrace …
Proud men of Belfast built her Rivets driven blow by blow Built with inner savage pride Workers today seldom know… And from …
Easons on Dublins O’ Connell Street has a Cafe called Muses… appropiate for a bookshop! While there, looking at pictures of now …
Merlin Woods in a wood near where I live. A hospital is there now, and the wood is a public park. However, …
Provinces three by waters banks By war and history defined Men with quill drawing maps Each side to each outlined. Breiffne split …
From clifftop in morning mist A view I would have missed If weather was finer, or I had slept This murky view …
One New Years Eve, a strange noise was heard in the small Kerry village of Portmagee… a strange procession of sailors from …
Did they look as I walked Where tradition states one never should, Inside the round ditches of the fort, Perched above Loch …
Honest hands build walls true: Work plain for all to see – Stands the test of time, Passed by walkers like me …
While walking in Prague way back in 2009 or so, I saw an old clock shop that I wanted to visit but …
Where man has not touched, is in its own way today a corner of Eden…
Before me from the railtrack a magpie few Alone over the lake to trees Another for sorrow, of the piseog I thought: …
I climbed Cairn Hills summit step by step On a day when all was well The depths to which I was about …
The castle watches over landscape changed By mans creation, not the acts of war like before As in former times, this land …
I, a walker, have long planned To walk the Camino way But life such plans have thwarted So I write here today …
I want in my ears the music of unknown tongues From lands where I yet have not been Before my eyes the …
The little lake, water lapping, little future Local lads, big dreams and ambitions Far away fields were greener than the stoney ones …