I've known years and years of deepest pain
I've been forged in many a fire
Tempered like steel I now stand
The flames were high but I rose higher
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Walking along in a light shower
In a quiet spot, for peace to seek
Flying overhead by the trees
A collared dove, a twig in it's beak
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High rise flats, high rise birches
Obscuring, softening the scale,
Yellow tulip buds in elastic bands
Babushkas hoping for a sale.
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Storks nests piled on pylons
Along the motorway
A stop to buy handcrafted gifts
From a roadside stall display
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Too sick to eat, too sick to play
Tears flow down her cheeks today
Some pain relief, she still cries
Looking so sad, big watery eyes
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A tranquil last resting place
I take in the views
Down below, a winding river
Above, the heaven's hues
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Babushkas gather fallen branches
Broken by winter's freeze
Whitewash is painted on the base
Of a row of chestnut trees
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Cahersiveen, O'Connell's birthplace sweet
All it's friendly residents I was blessed to meet
Hills so heavenly rising high above
Every wildflower reminders of God's love
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