My earliest memories brings me back to county Clare where I would visit my granddad in his rural hamlet of Shragh always felt magical to me as a little lad.
I remember the strolls, we would take on the small barren country road following the lassie dog, leading me on to an adventure.
Surrounded by thorn bushes,the spires of reeds reaching into the cloudless sky but never was the reeds in my granddads fields lush green grass only to be seen.
I remember the river which always was full of fish never was a doubt, we would catch a trout egged on by the lassie dog he would hurry me straight through the door my father goes with the fish.
Late night talks by the turf fire I can picture the smell, traditional music and tobacco smoke how endless it all seemed.
The once magical land to me as a lad has changed drastically, now that I am a man no longer does the river give trout no longer is the field lush of green grass reeds have taken over.
Only the peace remains, but not the soul The place seems empty now lost in some mysterious void.
My thoughts keep it alive inside me my heart yearns to experience it again. At least it may not be lost forever as the memories of it are still locked inside of me.
I will always remember the rural hamlet of which my grand dad used to live housing the characters that once lived.
scarwolve, "Bittersweet'! Very well penned, my friend! Robert
mimzy333unknown, Washington USAJan 27, 2014
those are memories to charish for they are the greates gift we have to pass down to our children who will never get to experience the beauty that has long passed from time.
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"Bittersweet'!
Very well penned, my friend!
Robert