He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
Showing posts with label Ireland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ireland. Show all posts
23 March 2009
Ireland
“For the great Gaels of Ireland /Are the men that God made mad, / For all their wars are merry / And all their songs are sad.” --G. K. Chesterton
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Chesterton,
Ireland,
quotes of weeks past
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