We passed the ass and cart
Along the road
Holidaymakers
In our hired car
The new world clashing with the old
The old one and the donkey
Not getting very far
But somehow
His seemed the better life
He felt the world
In ways we never do
The wind upon his face
Yes the rain came too
But he wasn’t out of place
The way we blow-ins knew
In old age now
I’m in that slower lane
Got rid of car
It was for me a pain
To walk the road
To hop upon a bus
Is all I want
Never any fuss
My Nan in Erris
Walked for miles and miles
Glencullen and Doolough
Her marathon
She never left the west
Her life she lived the best
The bare foot queen of Erris
My mum’s mum
Brian Fahy
4 October 2021
Erris Poetry 