The valley seems
To breathe as one
Its falling mist
Heartbeats begun
To gently rise
Inhale exhale
An Irish air
A tender veil.
The Devils Mother
A watching peak
Its rising heights
Lull one to sleep
Connemara legend
Swirls within
Each word of lore
Each storys brim.
Galway your beauty
Maamturk range
Mountains serenity
Will never change
A thousand lovers
Who crossed the bridge
Still hold hands
In the Maams mist.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Galway Ireland
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Comments4
How beautiful, natural nature is and how though it changes it remains unlike some relationships that come and go and are as ethereal as a mist. Well written my friend with most beautiful imagery
thanking you, as always much appreciated
You are most welcome my friend
Now that is surely to be added to the places to visit bucket list. 🕊️🙏
beautiful place Ireland, much appreciated thanking you
Norman, this is absolutely beautiful...peaceful, atmospheric, and filled with love for the Irish landscape. Wonderful poem, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you, always appreciate your read friend
A fine write N. How are the buses in Ireland? lol.
Oh no, a bus service is soon to be withdrawn near our area. No difference? It never arrived anyway? lol.
Ive been waiting since top of the morning lol
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