{"id":583,"date":"2012-04-05T22:29:59","date_gmt":"2012-04-05T22:29:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=583"},"modified":"2014-09-13T22:41:31","modified_gmt":"2014-09-13T22:41:31","slug":"a-connemara-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-connemara-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"A Connemara Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"A Connemara Girl\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OTaYycR8gsQ?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Barefoot she stands looking out<br \/>\nA goat each side and bare of foot<br \/>\nA pleasant picture of peasant poverty<br \/>\nShe has there nothing&#8230; but<br \/>\nOn another plane&#8230; she looks happy<br \/>\nShe does not look sad&#8230; that&#8217;s for sure<br \/>\nMaybe we are the fools who have shoes on our feet<br \/>\nFor we in our spirit are poor&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><em>Ref:<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Connemara_Girl\">Wikipedia Article: <\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<figure style=\"width: 200px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/File:Connemara_Girl.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/upload.wikimedia.org\/wikipedia\/commons\/thumb\/9\/9d\/Connemara_Girl.jpg\/200px-Connemara_Girl.jpg\" alt=\"Connemara Girl (National Gallery of Ireland) 1868 painting by the Irish artist Augustus Nicholas Burke (July 28, 1838 \u00e2\u20ac\u201c 1891).\" width=\"200\" height=\"260\" \/><\/a><figcaption class=\"wp-caption-text\">Connemara Girl (National Gallery of Ireland) 1868 painting by the Irish artist Augustus Nicholas Burke (July 28, 1838 \u00e2\u20ac\u201c 1891).<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 Barefoot she stands looking out A goat each side and bare of foot A pleasant picture of peasant poverty She has there nothing&#8230; but On another plane&#8230; she looks happy She does not look sad&#8230; that&#8217;s for sure Maybe we are the fools who have shoes on our feet &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[223],"tags":[853,855,854,856,857],"class_list":["post-583","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art-inspired-poetry","tag-a-connemara-girl","tag-augustus-nicholas-burke","tag-connemara","tag-connemara-girl","tag-poem-inspired-by-painting","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-9p","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1787,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/pondering-old-men-reading-about-moon-landing\/","url_meta":{"origin":583,"position":0},"title":"Pondering Old Men Reading About Moon Landing","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"I wonder if, hand to stubbled jaw, When they the pictures in the paper saw, Of the moon, to which man had just been, Of which the likes before was never seen, By anyone, least of all folks from these wild rural hills, Who knew but sport and drink and\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Ireland&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Ireland","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ireland\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Connemara Moonscape","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Connemara-Moonscape.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Connemara-Moonscape.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Connemara-Moonscape.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/Connemara-Moonscape.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1797,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/they-came-they-voted-ireland-changed\/","url_meta":{"origin":583,"position":1},"title":"They Came, They Voted, Ireland Changed","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"23rd May 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"They came by boat, they came by plane They went by busses, I got the train They registered to vote who never voted before I voted, having never missed the chance to, in Tullamore The rainbow seen before over Clifden town I wondered was it a good omen as on\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Civil Rights&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Civil Rights","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/civil-rights\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"There was a rainbow over the town of Clidfen in Connemara when I visited it a couple of days ago, I wondered was it a good omen for the same sex marraige referendum, and it seems that it was as it has passed with room to spare. 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