My sister challenged me
To find a rhyme
For a hill that we had climbed one time
Not a mountain like the Reek
So much smaller
A little peak
But small of size
Its name was great
Majestic just to contemplate
As if the world should come and bow
Approach with awe and then kow-tow
This rise of ground
In the Mayo plain
I never did go back again
But I remember the name
How could you forget
It lives inside my old head yet
And the view it gave of Mayo fields
And lakes and distant hills and bields
And then today I saw again
Its name upon a map so plain
And the memory comes flooding back
Of the walk we took along that track
Gently rising to the top
We stood and gazed upon the drop
And saw the fields of old Mayo
Laid out so quietly down below
A peaceful gentle deep green lawn
And we atop
Crukspullagadaun!
Brian Fahy
8 June 2022
Erris Poetry 