Bayonet scrape marks –
Traces of young bored sentries ~
Local Girls distract.
Their Queen, many years later –
Speaking Irish, amongst friends.
Dublin Castle
Tag: Ireland
#332/365
Deeds, words, art, garden –
Pottering, safely, at home ~
Civilisation.
#326/365
Winter game menu –
Venison, mallard, pheasant ~
All of which tastes young.
#318/365
It is grey but warm –
November stroll on the strand ~
Cousin’s company.
(For Ryan)
#311/365
Fresh Irish oysters –
Realize it’s been a while ~
A taste of freedom.
#266/365
Picking blackberries –
Before Púca gets them all ~
Some already slimed.
#186/365
Irish Summer rain –
Sat under my umbrella ~
Pleasant water sounds.
#165/365
Family lunch out –
Almost feeling like normal ~
Cozy fish and chips.
#144/365
My colleagues at work –
The best of public service ~
You’ll find no better.
#130/365
Using bad language –
Perhaps I should self censor ~
I will me bollix.
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