john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

Walking - Poem by john o'connell

Walking
in a field
surrounded
by a forest
light rains down
and the sound of winged voices
drowns the senses in sheer simple drunkeness.

I feel as if I have just begun;
just been born and am 4000 years old.


Comments about Walking by john o'connell

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010



[Report Error]