The earth was a rich red clotted blood.
The sky burned and all the people were
warmth weary and brown.
The women washed age-worn clothes
and the men, with their opal-black eyes,
their detached stares,
tended goats.
The breeze carried their bell chimes far into the hills
of cork and scrub and dissatisfied dreams.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
great image and description!
i definietly can imagine this!