At the time
I was a lonely priest
Grateful for my family
And a regular pint of stout
And holidays in Erris
The nursery of my life
Hills to climb and strands to stretch the legs
And looking ever westward
Behind me only dregs
One fine day I climbed a lonely mountain
Carrafull its name and standing tall
I climbed it from Aunt Sarah’s house
On a sweet Glencullen day
A good companion by my side
Peter Flannery
Big fellow
A mop of jet black hair
A cheeky grin a quick wit
How I remember him
He’s lost now to his family
Gone we don’t know where
Come home Peter Flannery
I know you’re out there
Somewhere
Brian Fahy
5 March 2022
Erris Poetry 