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Edited by Aideen Devine, Friday, 13 Nov 2015, 13:26

I wrote this poem last night.  I was trying to get to sleep and I started to think about Gortin Glen where I like to go for a ramble around and to get away from all the stresses of life.

I was trying to relax the mind and unwind the body, and then the first line came to me and so I got up again to write this.  


Gortin Glen 


In the quiet of the forest

Breathing in

the silent scent of pine and fir;


the hard edges of a life on edge.

Breathing out.

Tension and tightness unwinding

with each tentative step

on the needled floor,

as moisture laden mosses

drip gently into rivulets, running

to a strengthening stream,

gathering all the cares and

worries of the world away.


to dissipate in distant seas,

as I step softly across

the sweetened grass.

Gently now, slowly now,

My soul is restored.

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