I'm back, after a 45 year
absence, part fugitive,
part ostracised, part exile.
" A lot has changed, since
you left "
As if it needed to be brought
to my attention.
It is what remains, is of interest
to me, because the only constant
in life is change. No points for that
I am afraid.
Becoming American and having
a nice day, with the same climate
as was here when I left, is not the
attraction one think's it is.
The Clock House is no longer
reading five past six, the iconic
time it read as I was parting.
A semaphoric symbolism, which
verbalised, meant, get to hell out
of here, a request, rather than a
friendly suggestion.
So, what's home if everything has
been altered, including myself, as
I no longer drink!
Hmmm let me think ??
Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill,
is still here, the last bastion of
the Mallow I remember.
An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia,
tradition, where one can still look,
for what, you are not expecting to
find, (time), the essence of our being,
where the lost protocol of our past,
is still practiced, politely.
Ps.
Buckley Brothers is a hardware
in Mallow County Cork Ireland.
If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
I'm back, after a 45 year
absence, part fugitive,
part ostracised, part exile.
" A lot has changed, since
you left "
As if it needed to be brought
to my attention.
It is what remains, is of interest
to me, because the only constant
in life is change. No points for that
I am afraid.
Becoming American and having
a nice day, with the same climate
as was here when I left, is not the
attraction one think's it is.
The Clock House is no longer
reading five past six, the iconic
time it read as I was parting.
A semaphoric symbolism, which
verbalised, meant, get to hell out
of here, a request, rather than a
friendly suggestion.
So, what's home if everything has
been altered, including myself, as
I no longer drink!
Hmmm let me think ??
Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill,
is still here, the last bastion of
the Mallow I remember.
An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia,
tradition, where one can still look,
for what, you are not expecting to
find, (time), the essence of our being,
where the lost protocol of our past,
is still practiced, politely.
Ps.
Buckley Brothers is a hardware
in Mallow County Cork Ireland.
If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.
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