Homes on the Mountain.
Get up Ye lads and see if Ye can walk as well as Yer fathers before Ye.
To where the cattle united Boithirin’s
There you'll find Souls fluttering between Worlds
Those who once
Walked to chain these mountains.
Rare blooms indeed!
Them Yanks in Philadelphia
Knowing only Brotherly Love
“God help us all”
An' all the Wild men.
Read us a song, why don’t Ye
“The flagstone of loneliness is truly cold yet they sleep like heroes.”
© Calac
Boithirin’s. Gaeilge: Narrow cow paths.
Chris Lane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/benedict-kiely-1919-2007/
