Going Crazy

For those who know me, I am an outdoors kinda gal. This summer is driving me crazy. It is no summer at all!!!

By now, I would have a beautiful garden and nice tan. Garden is growing weeds over night and sun is non existent. Temps have been in low 60's every day with rain or overcast skies.

I know the rest of the country is in a heat wave, so I shouldn't complain but going out in the rain to weed, sucks!

So, if it continues to rain, I will have to start posting more of my poetry. I always try to include photos from the time the poems are written or a glimpse into my mindset behind the poem.

Actually, Sandor bought new lawn furniture, so I blame him for the rain! But get prepared to be overwhelmed with poems again.

Castles, Cliffs and Ancestors

                                                                                         

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Winds, mists and heathers feed my soul;

                                                 As craggy, cliffside treks steal my breath;   

                                                 Such emotions within, I strive to control;

                                                 Footsteps of ancestors, famine and death.   

                                                 A harsh land, of rock and few trees;      

                                                 Boundary walls, sheep on the hillsides;  

                                                 Imagination running wild and so free; 

                                                 As white caps, that blow on the tides. 

                                                 Kelsey, Walker, Owens, and Hallisey lines,

                                                 Just a few who have called this land home,

                                                 Seafarers, quarrymen and farmers combined;

                                                 With just a hint of their stories we've known.

                                                  I now feel the breeze, same as they once had,

                                                  Taste the salty, flower scented sea sprays;

                                                  The trip of a lifetime, for which I am glad;

                                                      Oh, Ireland...how I wish I could stay!