One poem by Steve Moore

Walking with Dad

Nearly afternoon as we set off
Father and son, on a walk
up to and around the harbor
The sun is splitting the stones
but the cold wind tells us
it's only a mirage
Although bitter
we both know
it'll do no harm
Stories told of
places long closed
and people since passed
An education bestowed
an appetite awoken
It's time for chowder.

Steve Moore is a freelance writer and poet. He writes for many online poetry sites such as Elbow Lane and The Galway Review. He is an active member of The Dublin Writers Forum. Steve has previously written for magazines such as The Big Issues and Irish Music Press. Steve uses his unique position as the youngest member of a family of fourteen and as a police officer to portray his life experiences in a truly distinctive way.