Thursday, July 30, 2009

Shannon View













To-day I took a pleasant stroll down to a little green area, just a stone throw away from my house and to sit on the river wall and take in the view. This poem by Pádraic H. Pearse came to mind.
The Wayfarer
The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown
And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;
Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way
Sorrowful.

6 comments:

  1. The change that life brings can leave us in sorrow...but somewhere there is something to lift us back out...if we just look and really See or be silent and listen!

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  2. Thank you, dear Ann for the wonderful pictures and lovely poem.

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  3. I love your photos....the poem left me thinking, though, that life comes full circle...and we only have to wait to see these things again...and that gives me joy.
    Thank you for stopping by to see me. I hope that you don't mind that I joined you as a follower.
    Smiles to you from Jackie

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  4. When something ends, it's the beginnig of something new ! Come August with your warm, soft evenings and September with all your colours and fresh winds.......

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  5. That is a favorite poem. Pearse was quite the man. Your photos are wonderful, too.

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