
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE CONTINUING SAGA OF AN IRISH MAN ON THE DOLE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For anyone outside the UK or Ireland, the DOLE is a welfare payment for unemployed people until they are able to find a job.~~~~Please note that this blog was written to be read in a strong north Donegal accent, so some of the grammar and spelling will reflect this.
Sunday, 13 July 2025
Donegal Morning..............
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The cliffs wake slow,
their edges pressed against a sky
wild with distant light—
a hush you can taste in your mouth.............
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Here, the wind isn’t an idea,
it’s a half‑spoken prayer
that scours your face,
then tucks itself behind your ears............
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In the fields, the grass stands stiff
like old soldiers at attention,
while peat smoke drifts from cottages,
smudging the air with memory...........
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A single sheep silhouette
stands on the slope—
patient, timeless,
a witness to centuries in its wool...........
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You dip your hand in cold spring water,
let it fill your palm
and slip through—
tell me that’s not enough
to feel alive...............
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No pomp, no ceremony—
just the restless sea smashing rock,
sea‑salt tang in your lungs,
and the quiet promise
that the world will go on here,
steady as a heartbeat,
harsh as the wind,
gentle as the light
on a Donegal morning.
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