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Bitter Sweet Haiku I heard a cuckooBitter Sweet Haiku by *aldwarke
And rejoiced until I found
Nestlings ‘neath the tree
The luck of the IrishI had a fine new bike that year of 1978, a Claud Butler light weight tourer and I decided to have some adventure. However when I planned my solo cycle tour of Southern Ireland I had not included spending any time in a police van handcuffed on one side to a Garda officer and on the other to a ring welded to the van wall and my precious Claud Butler thrown on the floor. My intention was to see Wicklow and then work my way by the Ring of Kerry up to Bally Haunis in County Mayo whence my mother hailed. I hoped to be able to be able to trace some of her relatives.The luck of the Irish by *aldwarke
I had some success and while looking at the Bally Haunis records I found that an a
The CovenantThe rowan tree stood between a gnarled apple and an errant hazel in what had been, at one time, an orchard. Later, left to its own devices, the orchard tried its best to revert to the wild but in time became appropriated into part of the large back garden of a small stone house.The Covenant by *aldwarke
The rowan, the mountain ash, had been planted by Alan’s grandfather and was now surrounded by a wooden seat built by Alan in his youth as a first project in woodworking.
His granddad, now nearly at the end of his term of life had advised him, told him the about the joints and the most appropriate wood to use. Alan fifteen and full of strength expected to finish
The Girl on the BusShe boarded the bus; the driver waited patiently while two long fingers dipped slowly like a feeding heron’s beak, into a purse with a Dracula emblem. She withdrew a one pound coin, put it into her left palm and paid her fare. She sat in front with her back to me. After taking her bag from over her shoulder she patted it into her lap. Lightly she rubbed her shoulders, momentarily, against the back of her seat and settled down with evident comfort.The Girl on the Bus by *aldwarke
Perhaps seventeen or so she was composed, sure of herself in a quiet way.
Her hair, chestnut, shiny was loosely taken up. From beneath the hairline a tongue of maidenhair shaped like India l
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