Iron Trees and Iron Eejits
The darkening sky: they stand there Arms reaching, turning in the wind as ease As if a dance upon the spot A …
Walking Under Edenmore Hill
Random scattered shades of brown, Rarer yellows, more common black hues, What was once a trickle a torrent is now, Rain falls …
Windmills and the Don Quixote of the Modern Age
He rides again, against the windmills, Or at least his children do… Modern day Don Quixote’s Who to their cause are true. …