john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

Walking - Poem by john o'connell

in a field
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.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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