Tag: #irishpoetry

• the four green fields blog5: a poet’s grave

  [A roadside flower, ready to spread it’s seed. Co Sligo, Ireland. Photo is mine.] When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; ~~from When You are…

  patrickjegan

  August 22, 2025

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