Full Text of Poem-Community Postcards- Daoine agus Áit 2021
Ar Bhruacha Chuan Mó
An echo rebounds
from these hallowed grounds,
sacred and most holy of wells.
From the cliffs of Mweelrea
to the mouth of the Killary,
into wild Atlantic swells.
Over grey stone walls
a lone whisper calls,
carried through barren fields.
Past unnamed headstones,
this tale still roams
around where Patrick once kneeled.
Famine bridge,
potato ridge,
the landscape still carries it on.
Memories told,
stories unfold,
local airs, poetry and song.
This is the dream
of Louisburgh-Killeen,
remembered often.
Pulling me back
to the familiar track,
never forgotten.
In wild green spaces,
people and places,
the mind begins to roam.
And whisper gives voice
to an unspoken choice:
the heart will always go home.
Light starts to fade,
casting its shade,
bringing a close to the day.
The salt of the earth,
the place of my birth,
God’s Pocket on the shores of Clew Bay.
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