It was one of those summers where life could not have been better or more carefree. Days were filled with rain and sunshine and mud; we became children of the Earth, farmers of the Burren. From clucking chickens and freshly laid eggs to the distant baaing of sheep. For once there was complete silence or at least the silence of a farmyard. . . the mooing of cows, laughter of rain, and busy presence of honey and bumblebees.
As youth, we would suckle sweet nectar from the tree of life,
Fearless youth with relentless energy and powerful radiance, free of strife,
Free minds scribbling stories of far off places with mythical wildlife.