I remember it had been a warm day,
With a vast, crowd of clouds,
Spanning overhead with streaks of red.
I had dicovered here a sense of feeling proud.
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Praying they will have stable minds And won't make my mistakes. As the whispering breeze calls out my name, Over the Curragh plains as dawn breaks. A beautiful description.
Such a beautiful poem Hazel. . Dazzling from my weary soul, A nugget of gold to be wrapped, Never to be carelessly sold, Just an inner light to unfold. Your such a talented lady.
as the whispering wind callas out my name nice write Hazel
Enjoyed the poem with the lovely detailing during the trip to Curragh plain. Thans for sharing such a lovely write.
A.wistful poem of times long past. Lovely Hazel, so many inspired lines.
With you, my mind also has flown into the vast open emerald stretches of Currah plains.... Here we can forget our inner races, lower our heavy baggage and gallop on thorough bred horses.... race through joy's bumpless highways! Altogether a refreshing feel your poem imparts! Beautiful! ! Top marks!
Nice work Hazel, The Curragh means so much to the people who worked and lived there, and there's a great sense of freedom and yet belonging, and your poem delivers that.
Remembering the warm day with dazzling light of realization is definitely fantastic with this imagery drawn here. Making presence with praying will is nice with sharing.10