“Powerscourt”


 

In the stout hills of Wicklow,
so proud standing forth,
nestled in the sweet valley.
lies a place called Powerscourt,

The wind whistles through the ancient trees,
with the Dargle crashing over stone,
the mountains resting on their knees,
and no, one sound can be heard alone,

In painful times, when memories are laid bare,
when all alone with no one there,
it projects itself into my mind,
I can never ever leave it behind,

Its so quiet and still, yet full of noise,
tis vast all consuming yet entirely mine,
it calms and soothes yet invigorates,
awakes, strengthens and relocates.

Adrian McKenna is a front-line child care professional; he has worked for many years with young people and adults in residential care, detention services, mental health services and post-adoption services. He currently works with a large Dublin-based charity. He is a Member of The Irish Association of Social Care Workers, Social Justice Ireland and the YES Campaign for Children.

All views expressed are entirely my own unless otherwise stated and are not representative of any organisation or employer past , present or future.

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