art In Clifden was written to capture the spirit of a glorious trip to Ireland with friends. It was a wonderful little town, the main streets of which formed a triangle. We stayed in a 300-year-old house just south of town. From the front porch we could watch the orange sun descend.

Music: Tell My Ma

In Clifden

When we were last in Clifden
And we think in flashbacks of it often
We watched the orange sun slowly disappear
Among many things you can only see and can not hear
To see the landscape unfold quietly
It is best to cycle slowly
The grays, greens and blues
Create a kaleidoscope of brilliant and muted hues
Traveling more or less steadily
We passed through Ballyconneely
On the way to Roundstone
We often found ourselves alone
But no matter how far we roam
It always feels good to once again reach home

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