Writing

From the rolling hills of emerald green

To herds of sheep grazing in the vast field
The charm of Eire never fails to be seen
Where forebears once frolicked is what thou shield

Will you still remain when time drifts away?

Golden hair withering into whiteness 

I beg that your wholehearted love will stay

You keep me sane and my worries at bay

Clouds

Poke a bear and it will chase you up a tree

Charging to their own paths

Mightier than rooted grass

So, we rise into the sky 

watching the sunset has different effects in different towns

this is an odd, busy town

full of many different people

people who own expensive suits,

and people who don't

When I’m with you, my heart is light.

I don’t feel the need to smile, smile, smile, laugh, laugh, laugh.

I can just be me.

And that feels amazing.

When we’re together, my smiles and laughter are genuine, not forced.

I showed my grandmother my keyboard

she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.

Her fingers found the keys -

she could still read -

just enough

just a little.

I pulled out my flute-piano duet book