Slievemore

A summer’s morning standing in the glen

Sunshine warm and here a clucking hen

All around low hills in sunshine laze

This is my kingdom joy of childhood days

Beyond a meadow I see a mountain tall

Blue black against blue sky commanding all

Some days a cap of cloud upon its head

A wisp of white to ward off heatstroke’s dread

This is Slievemore the height of Achill’s land

It stands alone the whole world to command

To me it is the world beyond my ken

Telling me there is a world of men

Far beyond the glen I call my own

Where life yet to be lived when I am grown

Will take me on adventures strange and sad

And bring me back to where my heart was glad

Brian Fahy

24 June 2017