Concealed beneath a five thousand year old bog near Ballycastle in Co Mayo is a remarkable pattern of walled fields and corrals which indicate the existence of an ancient, ordered tribe who farmed this area before the bog was formed. A visit there caused me to write this poem...
Ceidhe Fields
For 5000 years their lives were sealed
By peat and rain,
Until our modern curiosity
Uncovered their quiet existence.
Farming folk who lived and died
Without a thought for war,
Men and women so caught up with living
That they endured,
And when the end came
They believed that yet it was not over.
By peat and rain,
Until our modern curiosity
Uncovered their quiet existence.
Farming folk who lived and died
Without a thought for war,
Men and women so caught up with living
That they endured,
And when the end came
They believed that yet it was not over.
Gerard O'Shea
3 comments:
I liked the poem and have no doubt that the Dew of Hermon will water many parched hearts, begining of course with mine.
r
Good on ya Boy
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