I saw art, across Clew Bay.

"It was at the end of April that I was visiting Ireland, staying in Westport, a place that I have been to before, that always has a little something else about it. Either way from memory it was the first evening that I was there, and a visit to the aptly named Quays Pub, at Westport Quays was on the cards, the gentle lapping of The Atlantic Ocean against the wall of yes, the beer garden and what was in front of me, a truly spectacular sunset that over the period of about half an hour changed as the sun set, and created art across Clew Bay, and this is a poem that I wrote down and have kept in my notes app, but never had the chance to write, until now."

I saw art across Clew Bay, a sky on fire, a sky being painted by nature and it's unique and curious way, for I saw art across Clew Bay, a sunset, a glorious sunset that danced in a Merry and slightly psychedelic way. 

For I saw art across Clew Bay, whilst sipping a glorious cool drink and looking across the bay, sat outside of The Quays Pub, the sky was being painted in a magical way, for I was looking art being created in front of me as I was looking across Clew Bay.

The sky it changed and danced as time went on. as I was looking across Clew Bay. I saw art across Clew Bay, the light and clouds being painted in front of me, as I was looking across Clew Bay, I saw artwork being painted in a unique and curious way, for the sky was magic I have to say, as I looked out across Clew Bay. 

Over the time that I was looking across Clew Bay, the light it changed and danced along the way, a magical period in time that I shall never forget as I looked across Clew Bay, the light and clouds painted by nature I have to say, as I sit and stay, I observed the glorious change, the Cloudscape in front of me, the light, a watercolour or pastel like sight, as I looked across the bay, for I saw art across Clew Bay.