Ireland "My friend you would not tell with such high zest,to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie; dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"
All poems original Copyright of Niamh Price 384 followers / 8.4k words
You were my beginning. My first of all firsts. The totem pole on which my life was carved. The original altar on which I worshipped. The only altar. How do I begin when my beginning is finished.