{"id":707,"date":"2010-09-23T10:07:36","date_gmt":"2010-09-23T10:07:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=707"},"modified":"2014-09-23T10:10:03","modified_gmt":"2014-09-23T10:10:03","slug":"out-they-came","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/out-they-came\/","title":{"rendered":"Out They Came"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Out from the water they came<br \/>\nthey stood upon the land<br \/>\nEvery bird, every person, every thing<br \/>\nSomewhere between Antartica and Galway.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe twas between Galway and the North<br \/>\nLife waked from the great water<br \/>\n<strong><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/lowlands-l.net\/gallery\/images\/flies.jpg\" alt=\"Alaska vulcano\" align=\"right\" border=\"0\" \/><\/strong>The birds jumped to the sky<br \/>\nAnd the mouth was open of the onlooker.<\/p>\n<p>After that the flies flew<br \/>\nAnd cast their lives to the four winds<br \/>\nShouting: look at me, Im free<br \/>\nIm like the birds, Im good.<\/p>\n<p>The birds looked at the flies of the sky<br \/>\nLike them, they flew<br \/>\nBecause they were jealous of the little flies<br \/>\nAnd they were hungry: they ate them!<\/p>\n<p><em>This poem in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/amach-a-thainig-siad\/\">Irish<\/a>,\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/sie-kamen-hervor\/\">German<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/vor-tuug-kemen-se\/\">Low Saxon<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Out from the water they came they stood upon the land Every bird, every person, every thing Somewhere between Antartica and Galway. Maybe twas between Galway and the North Life waked from the great water The birds jumped to the sky And the mouth was open of the onlooker. After &#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":[120],"tags":[959,958,12],"class_list":["post-707","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-rhyming-poems","tag-creation-myth","tag-evlution","tag-nature","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-bp","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1570,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/lone-magpie-on-lough-atalia-shoreline\/","url_meta":{"origin":707,"position":0},"title":"Lone Magpie On Lough Atalia Shoreline","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"27th March 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"A lone magpie was on Lough Atalia shore: One for sorrow, I looked for more, Alas, no more were to be seen Bar this lone bird that had been On the grass, and now was in flight Up into the trees and out of sight The only comfort that I\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Gander Around Galway&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Gander Around Galway","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/travel-poems\/gander-around-galway\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":1534,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/life-flies-by\/","url_meta":{"origin":707,"position":1},"title":"Life Flies By","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"14th March 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Villages fly by as I Life's eternal wanderer Who seeks to put down root From where his people came Do not stop to see, to walk explore These places I have passed through before But just see them pass Through the grimy window Of a boneshaking bus. People fly by\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Love Poems&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Love Poems","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/love-poems\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Ballindooley Castle in Galway","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Ballindooley-Castle-in-Galway.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Ballindooley-Castle-in-Galway.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Ballindooley-Castle-in-Galway.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Ballindooley-Castle-in-Galway.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":1377,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/merlin-woods-christmas-morning\/","url_meta":{"origin":707,"position":2},"title":"Merlin Woods: Christmas Morning","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"25th December 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"I did not join they praying crowds In man built temples made of stone I did not go to pray as such Where I went walking on my own In Merlin Woods where each step Echod like a thunderclap Breaking a crytal skin of ice over each pebble and twig\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Christmas Poetry&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Christmas Poetry","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/christmas-poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":3132,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/red-sky-at-dawn-in-ballybrit\/","url_meta":{"origin":707,"position":3},"title":"Red Sky at Dawn in Ballybrit","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"3rd September 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"Birds on the street eat litters breakfast buffet The crows and jackdaws take to the sky in fright Seagulls braver are tardy to flee Being more brazen so easy dont take fright. Darkness quick has fled to bed The waking sun paints a crimson sky - \"A Shepherds warning\" the\u2026","rel":"","context":"In &quot;Environment&quot;","block_context":{"text":"Environment","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/environment\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Red Dawn - A crimson sky over Ballybrit heralds a rainy day according to folklore","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Red-Dawn-A-crimson-sky-over-Ballybrit-heralds-a-rainy-day-according-to-folklore.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Red-Dawn-A-crimson-sky-over-Ballybrit-heralds-a-rainy-day-according-to-folklore.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Red-Dawn-A-crimson-sky-over-Ballybrit-heralds-a-rainy-day-according-to-folklore.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Red-Dawn-A-crimson-sky-over-Ballybrit-heralds-a-rainy-day-according-to-folklore.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3083,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/salmon-fisherman-in-river-corrib\/","url_meta":{"origin":707,"position":4},"title":"Salmon Fisherman in River Corrib","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"5th August 2016","format":false,"excerpt":"On taking a picture of salmon fishers at the Salmon Wier in the Corrib a few days ago, I thought of Yeats poem \"The Fisherman\"... and thought to write one for the fisherman of the modern age. 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