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Independent Heart, A poem by : Jodie Moore

Independent Heart Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Independent Heart
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Independent Heart

Soft words you spoken
From the heart that is broken

I know deep inside
You have a level of independence
With a mystery of suspense

You are recovering
Waiting for someone
To catch on to the discovering
Of the real you

With a heart so true
Giving of your best
Expecting nothing less

While hurt is making amends
Leaning on loving friends

Accounted for in time you spend
With words you write
Not giving into a broken hearts flight

Staying strong
Carrying others like me along

by Jodie Moore

“When my ship comes in” Robert Jones Burdette (1844–1914)

When my ship comes in Photography : Nigel Borrington

When my ship comes in
Photography : Nigel Borrington

“When my ship comes in”

Robert Jones Burdette (1844–1914)

Somewhere, out on the blue seas sailing,
Where the winds dance and spin;
Beyond the reach of my eager hailing,
Over the breakers’ din;
Out where the dark storm-clouds are lifting,
Out where the blinding fog is drifting,
Out where the treacherous sand is shifting,
My ship is coming in.

Oh, I have watched till my eyes were aching,
Day after weary day;
Oh, I have hoped till my heart was breaking,
While the long nights ebbed away;
Could I but know where the waves had tossed her,
Could I but know what storms had crossed her,
Could I but know where the winds had lost her,
Out in the twilight gray!

But though the storms her course have altered,
Surely the port she ’ll win;
Never my faith in my ship has faltered,
I know she is coming in.
For through the restless ways of her roaming,
Through the mad rush of the wild waves foaming,
Through the white crest of the billows combing,
My ship is coming in.

When my ship comes in 2.

Breasting the tides where the gulls are flying,
Swiftly she ’s coming in;
Shallows and deeps and rocks defying,
Bravely she ’s coming in;
Precious the love she will bring to bless me,
Snowy the arms she will bring to caress me,
In the proud purple of kings she will dress me,
My ship that is coming in.

White in the sunshine her sails will be gleaming,
See, where my ship comes in;
At mast-head and peak her colors streaming,
Proudly she ’s sailing in;
Love, hope, and joy on her decks are cheering,
Music will welcome her glad appearing,
And my heart will sing at her stately nearing,
When my ship comes in.

“Some think to judge the very sky itself” , A Monday Morning Poem.

To Judge the very sky itself Kilkenny Landscape Photography  Nigel Borrington

Some think to Judge the very sky itself
Callan and Kilkenny Landscape Photography
Nigel Borrington

A Monday Morning Poem

Its been a great weekend here in Ireland, Saturday was blue sky’s all day, while we had rain for all the day Sunday, oh well that’s Ireland – all seasons in one weekend.

While I was inside staying out of the rain, I did some tasks then reading followed with some writing, a couple of poems!

Of which this is one …..

Some think To Judge the very Sky itself

Some think to Judge the very sky itself,
from the rain it brings to the snow that falls,
from the shade and shape of each cloud that rushes by.

Judging its flowing expressions, as the very stars,
that rise at night and fall into the day.

Some think to judge the very sky itself,
as if this act will make them fly !

Yet the Sky looks back and never see’s,
the Stars shine down and never hear.

To Judge the sky, is as pointless a Human act as can be !!

Some think to judge the very sky itself,
but the Sky never hears their words.

They are like black grains of sand, lost along the ebb and the flow of Tide and Time !!!

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A Poem for the weekend – The Road Not Taken By : Robert Frost

The road not taken Robert frost. Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The road not taken Robert frost.
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

“The Road Not Taken” by : Robert Frost is a favorite poem of his, I often re-read it and sometimes think of it when out in our local woods here in County Kilkenny.

This weekend I hope you can find time to walk your own path and roads, enjoy yourself and get to relax and put the last week behind you .

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

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Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Images of County Kilkenny. Ireland – Tales from the river bank .

Irish Landscape Photography Tales from the River bank Nigel Borrington

Irish Landscape Photography
Tales from the River bank
Nigel Borrington

A Gallery for Friday, images from the many river banks of county Kilkenny, Ireland .

Tales from the river bank, a Gallery

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If I could choose the life I please, Then I would be a boatman !

The Boat man Photography : Nigel Borrington

Canal boats and the Boat man
Photography : Nigel Borrington

Way back in the 1990’s the Levellers an English rock band, founded in 1988 and based in Brighton, England released this song “The boats man” from their album “Levelling the Land”.

Some songs stay with you all your life and for me this is definitely one that has 🙂

It screams out to “Personal Freedoms” , being free to live your life that way you want !! “Free as the rivers breeze”

The fact it centers on the lives of boat people is perfect, for some reason the people who’s lives where lived on the canals and river banks always felt more free, free to move and travel making a living from transporting goods (Coal, timber and foods ), from boat repairs and from music played in the many pub’s along the river banks.

The levellers

If I could choose the life I please
Then I would be a boatman
On the canals and the rivers free
No hasty words are spoken
My only law is the river breeze
That takes me to the open seas
If I could choose the life I please
Then I would be a boatman

If I could choose the life I please
Then I would be a rover
And if the road was not for me
Then I MIGHT choose another
Cross mountains and the valleys deep
Where I WILL take these weary feet
If I could choose the life I please
Then I would be a rover

Lifes Journey 2.

But these things they’re so hard for me
I cannot choose my own destiny
And all the things that I want to see
Are so unclean

Well I wish I could choose the life I please
But I am not a free man
Others rule my destiny
But my will’s never broken
I know someday I will be
Everything that I dreamed I’d be
And when I live the life I please
Then I will be a freeman.

I know someday I will be
Everything that I dreamed I’d be
And when I live the life I please
Then I will be a freeman.

And when I live the life I please
Then I will be a freeman.

The Lighthouse , By, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

St John’s Point Lighthouse,  Donegal Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

St John’s Point Lighthouse,
Donegal
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Its been a little time since I last got to visit county Donegal, having spent most of my time recently exploring counties Kerry and Cork. This year however I hope to visit again and the lighthouse at St Johns point will be very high on my list. This is a wonderful location at any time of year, stunning on a sunny day and spectacular in a winters storm!

Here I have matched some of my last photographs of the point and its lighthouse with one of my most loved lighthouse poems …….

The Lighthouse By, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on its outer point, some miles away,
The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

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Even at this distance I can see the tides,
Upheaving, break unheard along its base,
A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides
In the white lip and tremor of the face.

And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
Through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light
With strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!

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Not one alone; from each projecting cape
And perilous reef along the ocean’s verge,
Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,
Holding its lantern o’er the restless surge.

Like the great giant Christopher it stands
Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,
Wading far out among the rocks and sands,
The night-o’ertaken mariner to save.

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And the great ships sail outward and return,
Bending and bowing o’er the billowy swells,
And ever joyful, as they see it burn,
They wave their silent welcomes and farewells.

They come forth from the darkness, and their sails
Gleam for a moment only in the blaze,
And eager faces, as the light unveils,
Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.

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The River, a Poem By : Sara Teasdale

Irish rivers Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Irish rivers
Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

The River

I came from the sunny valleys
And sought for the open sea,
For I thought in its gray expanses
My peace would come to me.

I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the windless valleys,
“Be kind and take me back!”

irish river mouth.

But the thirsty tide ran inland,
And the salt waves drank of me,
And I who was fresh as the rainfall
Am bitter as the sea.

Sara Teasdale :

Derryvilla bog, Littleton, County Tipperary

Derryvilla lake  Littleton bogs County Tipperary Irish landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Derryvilla lake
Littleton bogs
County Tipperary
Irish landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

One of my favorite weekend places to visit is Littleton Bogs, near Thurles, County Tipperary, the bogs here are harvested for the fuel they provide in the form of Peat. The entire area is effected by this process as you can see in the pictures below. It is however an amazing location to take photographs as even though its scared by the peat production that takes place its one of the few truly remote and wilderness feeling locations that we have locally, when you walk through this landscape at the weekends the only sounds you can hear are the birds and the breeze in the few trees that survive along the foot-path sides.

Derryvilla lake is near Littleton (Irish: An Baile Dháith) county Tipperary. The village in County Tipperary is within the townlands of Ballybeg and Ballydavid, about 18 km (11 mi) northeast of Cashel and to the southeast of Thurles.

A basic description is as follows :

Littleton lies at a crossroads on the R639, its population was 463 at the 2006 census. As well as being a familiar name to travellers between Dublin and Cork, Littleton is closely associated with Bord na Móna, a semi-state company that harvests peat in the nearby complex of raised bogs. Littleton is also home to the long-established ‘Moycarkey Band’, the Seán Treacy Pipe Band.[3]

Gallery of Derryvilla bog and lake, Littleton, County Tipperary

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Its the weekend , so get outside and relax if you can – Have a great weekend !!

 Images for the weekend Muckross House County Kerry Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington


Images for the weekend
Muckross House
County Kerry
Irish Landscape Photography : Nigel Borrington

Its the weekend – so get outside if you can and walk , relax and take in some views, its good for your mental health !!!!

I hope you can and that you have a great weekend 🙂 🙂 🙂