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The crows will only grow louder, by Laura Breidenthal. “Outward self-expression is a personal right , your right !!”

The crows will only grow louder. Irish Landscape and nature photography Nigel Borrington

The crows will only grow louder.
Irish Landscape and nature photography
Nigel Borrington

I first came across Laura Breidenthal poem some two years ago and posted it the very day after, Its a great poem full of feeling and motivation !

I think we have all face these feeling at some point in our life’s and anyone who is outwardly expressive will have most of all.

I feel this poem relates to those moments we all have when other people, usually through negative and insecure motives try to put you and your creativity down in order to better themselves.!

I want to share this poem because I want it to act as a powerful motivation to keep going despite anyone Else’s opinion, if you do get someone putting you down know this its usually because they feel your creations are better than theirs if they have any and that they don’t have an idea how you do what you do.

Self expression is how your learn and how you get better at what you love !!!!!

If you read this post my advice is not to let anyone affect your personal rights to self expression, instead CROW Loader and BLOG more than ever 🙂 🙂 🙂

Outward self-expression is a personal right , your right !!

You may see a post using this Poem again and again during the year, I love this poem so much !!!!

The crows will only grow louder

By : Laura Breidenthal

There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts
Can you not see that I am free from you?
I am a crow perched high in the treetops
You will hear my crowing and you may hate it
But, you cannot take away my voice!
Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life,
You can abuse my freedom to find your glory
You may discard these words for your love of gods,
And in so doing you may simply ignore
All the cries that I so passionately utter

But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back
To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced
And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts
That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly
The crows will only grow louder when you turn away—
When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride
For my voice is a production sent from above
Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies!
And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever
Harmony and dissonance as one

Monday Mornings along the lane.

Tipperary Landscapes Nigel Borrington

Tipperary Landscapes
Nigel Borrington

Monday the 19th January 2015y

This Monday Morning was just amazing along the lane, a light covering of frost and snow still covered the mountain of Slievenamon, country Tipperary and I just wanted to share this image with you.

I often think this period of January is a little hard on people, the fun of Christmas has gone , the new year has well and truly started and yet the long dark nights are still here. Maybe one of the best ways to raise your spirits is to get outside and find somewhere with a view – like a park , mountains or rivers and take in the great weather this month can bring 🙂

A Monday morning in January !!!!

Monday mornings, mist in the woods

Monday morning mist
Monday morning mist in the woods
Kilkenny landscape photography : Nigel Borrington

Monday Mornings

Finally breaks the morning light,
ending a long, restful night.

From this place, the sun through the trees,
appears to reveal some misty scene.

Colorless branches contorting the rays of the sun,
light breaking through trees from some place of desolation.

Slowly to the world vision returns,
it becomes apparent that nothing has changed.

So an excuse not to begin the week,
fades into the glimmer of the soft sun rays.

Our tired bodies, hardly able to stir,
begin our long journey to the weeks return.

And life is like this?

life is like this
Nikon D7000, 18-200mm vr lens
Nigel Borrington

One morning two years ago I was out walking Molly on the beach at Oysterhaven, county Cork, when I noticed this Woman learning to windsurf, time and time again she went through this cycle – on the board off the board. Up again time and time again. I remember telling myself there you have it, that’s it that’s life, we don’t belong on the board do we. Naturally we belong off the board but its our job to keep getting back on!

So a poem

Getting back up

Life is a bright, long star boulevard,
Where you get good, when you work hard.

But Life is not a fantasy,
or just a love that’s shared between thee’
It’s a battlefield of broken goals,
A purple sky with empty souls.
The city streets with littered trash,
the wild fire left with ash.

Falling, hurting,
crying, blurting,
fearing, slipping,
failing, tripping.
Lies from fakers,
burning heart breakers.
Those knocking you down,
smiling when you frown.

But others tell you keep on going,
you try so hard though your steps are slowing.
You can’t see the future or get a head start,
So getting back up is the hardest part.

I think life is a learning experience, sometimes we fail and sometimes we fall off. I think we will be measured by our ability to both recognise this fact and then to see the process of climbing back on as just part of the fun!