something
draws me
to this place
quiet
peace
the sound of water
spilling over stone
empty echoes
wind in winter
lapping lakespit
rain
dripping down
sedges softly
is it a need
a call
being answered
May 2005
©Martin Swords
written in glendalough,
wicklow ireland, in winter
Martin Swords
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