In fields where shadows whisper low, The earth remembers silent cries, Heaney’s words like rivers flow, Beneath the troubled Irish…
In the quiet of the evening light,She weaves tales with gentle hands,A tapestry of love and might,In simple words, her…
In the quiet dawn of September’s air, The world mourned a voice beyond compare. Words that danced on the edge…
In fields of emerald, where words take flight, Heaney’s verses dance in the golden light. Each line a journey, deep…
In fields where silence once held sway, Shadows of conflict linger still, Heaney’s words carve the clay, Sculpting peace from…
In fields where gentle whispers play, Her voice, a guiding star in night, Nurturing dreams in soft array, Her love,…
In fields of emerald green they lie, The whispers of the past, a gentle sigh. Heaney’s words, like rivers flow,…
In fields where silence once held sway, Now echoes of the past remain, The poet’s pen, a gentle guide, Through…
In fields where whispers once took flight, The echoes of the past reside. Seamus, with a pen like gentle might,…