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A Journey To My Roots

Rating: 4.3

The old house stood as sturdy as ever
even as the mangled jade ivy clung and grasped
as it had for decades, but she would never be killed.
It’s not in her make-up.

A strangely small garden shook me at first
until memory kicked in removing all those fears
with its usual record of rhetoric:
I had not been here now for close on ten years...

Inside a marbled, brown chocolate fireplace greeted us.
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jack russell 20 September 2006

A fine, descriptive peek into your background...I could almost see you in your surroundings. Strange how we are drawn to our earliest memories; part of what makes us who we are. Eloquent work :) Best wishes. Jack.

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Ernestine Northover 29 April 2006

A gorgeous write. I loved the 'branches tatting windows', it reminded me of my Mother who did tatting, which as you obviously know is a kind of lace making. This was a joy to read, such a pleasure to the mind. Love Ernestine XXX

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Daniel Tyler 03 March 2006

This is going straight onto the 'my favourites list'. I love the theme and the execution of it is marvellous. Your description of place is outstanding.

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sheila knowles 22 July 2005

Beautiful! Can I just leave it at that? ...nope, okay. I'm homesick...that doesn't happen very often. You write with the heart of an Irishman Sean...and you're only 18! ! Colour me impressed :)

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Raynette Eitel 21 June 2005

Sean, this is a wonderful poem with detailed descriptions of the place and time. I loved the image of hills shaped like a leprechaun's shoe. You placed me right inside the house while you had tea, cold on your ankles supplanted by the warm feelings in the old house. You write with the maturity of someone much older than your years. I look forward to reading much more of your work. Raynette

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Amberlee Carter 22 April 2005

ya know, there is something so simply about this poem, and yet completely profound. honestly i don't know what to say, I've been there before? had my on revalations. 'I've stood at the doorway of this house, a thousand times and never with enough compassion to re-enter it' just something that came to mind...exlceent poem my friend.

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Jean Le Goff 10 April 2005

a very fine poem and Irish!

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