Chris O'Connell
Wild and wonderful
It’s a wetland of black bog pools, lichen covered rocks and no trees to speak of. It has a wild enchantment with a bitter taste of poverty woven into its landscape. Sorrow and misery have stalked this reeded land in the past but now its anguish has been soothed with the balm of the tourist Euro. And rightly so.
The beauty of this land is in its harsh wildness. There is an ache of loneliness in the sighing wind and the desolate cry of the curlew. Sad ruins of famine cottages sit forlornly, thin voices maybe heard or not.
The beauty of this land is in its harsh wildness. There is an ache of loneliness in the sighing wind and the desolate cry of the curlew. Sad ruins of famine cottages sit forlornly, thin voices maybe heard or not.
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