>Be me
>Don black overcoat
>Bear book
>Go for an evening saunter in my bucolic parish
>Verdancy abounds
>Blue-grey welkin aloft
>Birdsong rings
>Drumlins roll
>Sun sinks
>Heart delights
>Encounter aged neighbour
>Bridie
>Hail
>Begin wall-bolstered chat
>Topics: weather, myself, herself, parents, grandparents, siblings, religion, politics, land, memories.
>" The Church is gone here, user. There is no more faith."
>" Country life is dying, user. I keep my door locked evermore."
>" They mean to build a monstrous storage facility above the riverside chapel, user. May they not!"
>" The town has changed, user. I feel like a stranger there.
>" The countryside is the same, user. I know no one anymore. They are all dead."
>" The country is gone to the dogs, user."
>Chat conludes
>Continue walk
>Words way heavily
>Struggle for solace
>Read book
>Last letters from executed patriots
>Stokes pensiveness
>Pass sightly god's acre
>Bless myself
>Find byway
>Follow
>Encounter cows
>Speak Irish
>They react
>Decide to read to them
>Open book casually
>A poem: The Wayfarer
>The beauty of the world hath made me sad,
This beauty that will pass;
Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy
To see a leaping squirrel in a tree,
Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk,
Or little rabbits in a field at evening,
Lit by a slanting sun,
Or some green hill where shadows drifted by
Some quiet hill where mountainy man hath sown
And soon would reap; near to the gate of Heaven;
Or children with bare feet upon the sands
Of some ebbed sea, or playing on the streets
Of little towns in Connacht,
Things young and happy.
And then my heart hath told me:
These will pass,
Will pass and change, will die and be no more,
Things bright and green, things young and happy;
And I have gone upon my way
Sorrowful.
>Fitting poem
>Find solace
>Return home
Be me
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>>Bear book
you mean like winnie the pooh?
>A poem: The Wayfarer
patrick pearse was a terrorist who deserved his death
Not at all. I just like alliteration. Though for legit ignoramuses (which I assume you are not), if you bear something somewhere, you carry it there or take it there.
Tell me this user, why do you judge Pearse so? Where do you hail from?
You would like Diary of a Country Priest user
Thank you, user. I will watch it now with a good cup of tea.
I hope this isn't copypasta because i enjoyed it
FYI user, I just looked it up as well and it's a book as well. I think that's what they were hinting towards
Ach cén fáth go mbeadh gaeilge ag na mba, a hanon? Nach labhróidís as freaslainnis?
My own creation, user. This saunter only occured yesterday. I wanted to express it somewhere. Even the accompanying picture is only a few footsteps away from me. I took it last year.
It gladdens me to hear you enjoyed it.
Thank you, user. I had assumed so too. I shall but aside the film and acquire the book when next I am in a civic area.
Rinne mé gáire beag os íseal ag do trácht, a hanon. Anam na nGael sa bhféar, is dóigh liom, nó sa talamh. Ait go leor, ach bhí na Freaslannaigh cúpla céim suas an bóthar uaim, agus nuair a bhog mé ina dtreo, lig na beithígh 'Ghaeilge' búir astu. Níl a fhios agam cén pór eallaigh a bhí i gceist leis na beithigh seo, ach bhí siad sách cliste.
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