{"id":686,"date":"2008-09-23T09:49:47","date_gmt":"2008-09-23T09:49:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=686"},"modified":"2014-09-23T09:52:54","modified_gmt":"2014-09-23T09:52:54","slug":"out-west-looks-the-lady","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/out-west-looks-the-lady\/","title":{"rendered":"Out West Looks the Lady"},"content":{"rendered":"

She looks out across the sea.
\nThere is no more land to the eye
\nBut water, out, out to the sky,
\nAnd on the strand she\u2019s walking.<\/p>\n

She seeks out a boat on the water
\n\"Alaska<\/strong>For when it comes home again.
\nThere is a sad face on the girl.
\nShe is but 19 years.<\/p>\n

There are others by the sea,
\nChildren full of delight.
\nWhen they look at the waterline
\nThey are not able to see her.<\/p>\n

For she is dead, beneath the water.
\nShe jumped in at the morning sun.
\nShe lost her love on the boat.
\nNow she\u2019s sleeping a few years.<\/p>\n

This poem in Irish<\/a> and German<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

She looks out across the sea. There is no more land to the eye But water, out, out to the sky, And on the strand she\u2019s walking. She seeks out a boat on the water For when it comes home again. There is a sad face on the girl. She …<\/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":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-686","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-b4","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":4803,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/the-waters-show-no-mercy\/","url_meta":{"origin":686,"position":0},"title":"The Waters Show No Mercy","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"3rd November 2020","format":false,"excerpt":"Dedicated to the memory of Tom and Martin Oliver who lost their lives between Blackrock and Silver Strand yesterday. The waters show no mercy: There is little kindness in the sea. 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