Whitestrand, Doonbeg, Co. Clare


Whitestrand

23rd August 2017

A wall, a wall, no immigrants call,

the waves erode the present to reveal the forest of the past,

pools of reflection trapped in ancient residues,

tell the eternal story of the moving skies.

Here where the sand is written with stories that are ever changing,

the past is a presence, and the future is a wave that will wash it all away.

Ciaran Burke

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