Taken while hiking An Spinc (“Pointed Hill”) in Glendalough, Ireland in 2011. That’s me in the picture.
Picture/poem © Craig Considine After Kahlil Gibran Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides, How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. * Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind. Only another breath…… Continue reading Poems: Boundless seafarer