J. H. Walsh

Joined July 2022

6 stories

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Obsessed with words! Can't get enough of them!

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Slander
"Sally sells sea shells!" Silly schoolkids sing. "She sells sea snails!" Stubborn Sally screams. "Sea snails sounds strange!"
By J. H. Walsh3 years ago in Poets
Free Range
The veterinarian approaches the farmer, who is waiting for him under the porch light. The farmer greets him with a handshake.
By J. H. Walsh3 years ago in Fiction
The Tree Under The Pink Sky
The roots of the tree go deep. Burrowing themselves into the richest layers of soil, Like shallow breathing snakes, They inhale the earth’s goodness.
By J. H. Walsh3 years ago in Poets
Palpitations
Lub dub, lub dub, lub… Shy glance of soft, silken blue - Lub-lub-lub____lub dub…
By J. H. Walsh3 years ago in Poets
Lookout
Over the tree line, Her high noon eyes burning blue, Signaled my way home.
By J. H. Walsh3 years ago in Poets
Legacy
Ireland is known for its stories, its folklore, its writers, and its poets. The festivals of St. Patrick and Samhain; the legend of the Giants of the Causeway; the fairy tales of leprechauns and changelings; the superstitions of fairy circles and black cats and rain at a funeral; for such a small nation, its stories are colossal.
By J. H. Walsh4 years ago in Families