Passing Thoughts


Misplaced the spare motorcycle and house keys yesterday.

Convinced myself the burglars had

Hunted systematically high and low, even looked in the freezer.

After a
sleepless night, one last look before I told the landlord about it.

Finally found the keys in the usual place.

Fijian gremlins
have a sense of humour too.

Frankie the dog is worming her way into my affection.
She is pathetically happy to see me and very eager to please. 
She has picked up on my distrust of passers by and barks like a fierce guard dog,
but the wagging tail is a bit of a giveaway…

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods
There is a rapture on the
lonely shore

There is society where none intrudes
By the deep sea, and
music in its roar

I love not man the less but nature more.
 –  George Gordon Lord Byron


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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One Response to Passing Thoughts

  1. Glenn says:

    Doesn’t happen in this flat,though I’m sure "someone" enters the place occasionaly while I’m out, but at Woodside we just accepted that items vanished for periods from a few seconds to a week or so then re-appeared .


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