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The birds sing among the boughs
\nThe wind blows soft upon the face
\nLife is hard on the best of days
\nHard to remember in this serene place.
\nAll too often in places like here
\nFolk\u00a0come to be alone
\nTo be found by those who them miss when gone
\nTo carve their names upon cold stone.<\/p>\n

\"This<\/a>
This mural to Mags has been unveiled in town, painted by those to whom she was held dear…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The birds sing among the boughs The wind blows soft upon the face Life is hard on the best of days Hard to remember in this serene place. All too often in places like here Folk\u00a0come to be alone To be found by those who them miss when gone To …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[155,7,308],"tags":[2354,391,1565],"class_list":["post-2549","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-life","category-obituaries","tag-death","tag-galway","tag-merlin-woods","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-F7","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2806,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/her-voice-silenced-her-song-in-chorus-louder-we-will-sing\/","url_meta":{"origin":2549,"position":0},"title":"Her Voice Silenced, Her Song in Chorus Louder We Will Sing – Jo Cox tribute","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"18th June 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"\"These children have been exposed to things no child should ever witness and I know I personally would risk life and limb to get my two precious babies out of that hell-hole.\" ~ Jo Cox, RIP No mere words suffice For a mother slain Just a thought and prayer aught\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Civil Rights"","block_context":{"text":"Civil Rights","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/civil-rights\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Jo Cox MP RIP","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/Jo-Cox-MP-RIP.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/Jo-Cox-MP-RIP.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/Jo-Cox-MP-RIP.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/Jo-Cox-MP-RIP.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/Jo-Cox-MP-RIP.jpg?resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":518,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/murder-of-a-worm-in-scotland\/","url_meta":{"origin":2549,"position":1},"title":"Murder of a Worm in Scotland","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"13th June 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"I saw the murder of a worm On a sunny morning as I did yawn And a bird, probably a blackbird Committed the horrible act upon the lawn... \"Och, I am but a wee morsal\" said the worm \"I don't care\" replied the bird And without a feck with a\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Death"","block_context":{"text":"Death","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/death\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":969,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/out-of-tune\/","url_meta":{"origin":2549,"position":2},"title":"Out of Tune","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"26th October 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=jHeL2kzG9wo No fingers now draw from it chords That it once formed, each one like words Now only insects and birds Dwell among its strings And only birds from within To those outside sings No more airs of romance Play as on the keys fingers dance As a young man\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Death"","block_context":{"text":"Death","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/death\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Broken Piano","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/Broken-Piano.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":707,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/out-they-came\/","url_meta":{"origin":2549,"position":3},"title":"Out They Came","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd September 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"Out from the water they came they stood upon the land Every bird, every person, every thing Somewhere between Antartica and Galway. 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