I sing to the rocks on the road to Roundstone
and they sing of home to me.
I whisper my secrets to blooming heather
and she whispers back to me.
I hum a tune to silver stream that rushes past
and she hums my melody.
I wipe my eyes in the mountain wind
and she cries her heart for me.
I see the sea wave on every tide
and she comes and comes for me.
I'm Paul O'Mahony (Poet). On Twitter you can reach me @Omaniblog
A father. I work as business storytelling consultant - Podcaster - Blogger - Live streamer via Periscope - Foodie - I love to connect with people. .
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I absolutely love this Paul! Just Lovely!
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