Patrick Guest Poems

There was a box of photos gathering dust.
Too many years high up in the shelving.
We must get rid of some of this old stuff.
It broke apart taking it down. There was a scattering of lives.
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Connemara has a fractured story to look inside is our glance at glory.
Vast green spaces are so pure our eye's vision of the past is sure.
Cong where Sean and Mary Kate lite up the place Ashford and the Innisfree a glorious space.
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Early September the welcoming weather was kindly soft
Twisty roads are so tight to nature the views feel tactile
Green and golden heather was seen in each croft
Our eyes dragged from the vast munros to the glistening burns
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