My aunty Sarah could not understand
Why people went to town to buy their veg
She had grown it all her life
I saw it in the glen
Her vegetable patch to envy even then
She was getting on in years
Her vigour slowing down
And yet her conversation
Would see the sun go down
The welcome and the boxty
Her talk to entertain
It’s true what they say
We will never ever see her like again
She would have something to say
About the way we live today
The cost of living and the price of bread
She rarely left the glen
Her life there she would spend
But all the world was kept there in her head
I see a farmer in the Hebrides
Is worried about the cost of everything
So he’s going to grow is own
The veg is back again
And turf he’s going to cut
To keep him warm
It reminded me of Sarah in the glen
Of her life her wisdom way back then
The days I spent on holiday
The meals I then enjoyed
And Sarah talking
Delight so unalloyed
Brian Fahy
28 March 2022