The old world in all its green and youthful beauty
I could fly from one side of Ireland to the other and I’d hear
nothing but the rush of the wind, the running of the rivers and the wild
creatures of the forests. There were no machines, no engines, no metal
birds roaring through the sky. No roads and railways. No concrete
buildings and smoking chimneys. No bellowing and rumbling of the
industry of man. Just the old world in all its green and youthful
beauty. Oh how I long for those days to return.
From The Cry of the Sebac, a novel by Anthony Murphy. Available on Amazon Kindle and coming to print soon.