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Church bell breaks the silence on a warm August day, scattering prayers like Autumn leaves.

Mouth tightly shut speaksno words which cause pain and leaves no lasting scars.

Morning sun smiles warmly. Drying nocturnal tears on Autumn leaves.

An old man sits on a timber bench in the centre of the village square. People passing by ignore him as though he isn’t present there..

We journey to the sacred space within to our inner sanctuary to meet with Him. Where light, love and peace reigns and scatters all of life&rsquo..

I am Kerry! Proudly I stand in the South West corner of dear Mother Ireland. Famous in song and story down through the years. History ha..

Craft flows through pen Plants words in reader’s mind to take root and grow.

This is NOT a personal write. It was written from an observation made while in the company of others at a social event. Thank you for reading...

A daily routine Exercise bike standing still. It stares accusingly!

There once was a snake in the grass whose words and actions were crass He thought he was great and favoured by Fate not realising he was an a*s!!..