Robert Lloyd Praeger
Irish naturalist
Walking Ireland
Walked his way through Erris
He trekked the Bangor Trail
That blanket bog
From Newport
The cattle drovers road
He wrote about
This lonely wilderness
How it throws you back
Yet hurls you forth
The bleak terrain
Can see you lose you way
Lose your life
If unprepared to go
Slieve Carr
The loneliest mountain
By far
The Owenduff
A trackless bog below
He called his book
The Way That I Went
A title for your story can you see
Look back along
The whole way you have travelled
What you faced
What you didn’t know would be
You have travelled every day
A new horizon
Battled weather warm and bitter cold
You’re still here
The prize we have eyes on
A happy heart as Bangor town draws near
Brian Fahy
22 May 2021
Erris Poetry 