(poet of Ireland) Seamus Heaney's Death.
I woke up today and heard the Mr. Seamus Heaney an irish peot had died today at the age of 74, I'd read a good amount of his poems from school and my favourite of his "blackberry-picking" which honestly reminded me of my youth when i would go camping and be sent off blackberry picking for my nanny to make jam. I loved the nostalgia of how older generations of Irish children would remember picking blackberries and i thought i shared a moment with youths past. That was until it mentioned how after all the work there blackberries would rot. It was kind of like no matter how hard you worked you where domed to fail. Either way he was one of the poets that made me continue to write (i started when i was just 11... which is 12 years ago at this point)
Poet, Seamus Heaney, Death