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The Burren

The Burren, the barren

The lands west and old

Teach lessons in rain and in patience

Writing lessons in bleakness and cold

The beauty of this emptiness surrounds me

Not a town nor cottage nor human in sight

Where skyscrapers are just memories

Afterthoughts of the mind

Where graves are landmarks

Pale crosses standing guard over stark grey hills

Empty but for windswept grass and staunch moss

Hanging on to nothing more than the hard earth

And old bones

Monuments to the braveness of men

And to the strength of the sea

Rock strewn landscapes dominate the world

Scattered like salt from giant’s hands

Shaking from some celestial palsy

Stone sheep scattered and lost

No shepherd in sight

Complacent in their eternity

And their meandering vigil

Where the winds strip you of all you pretend to be

Humanity in its fragility

Naked to the world

No one left to deceive

Where whispered words have more meaning

And every voice utters the same word

Desolation

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