I am standing at Aunty Sarah’s house
On the shoulder of the Muing
Looking all around me at every blessed thing
At Tuiscean and the river
At Macs beside the bridge
At the lake out in the distance
And beyond to Inver ridge
Carrowmore looks beautiful
At this time of the day
The brightness of the morning
Men out saving hay
The fields and farms and families
The names stay in my mind
Maughan and Mullarkey
And Careys of all kind
When people go to Benidorm
Florida and LA
I came here each summer
A happy child to play
Plunged among my cousins
Closer than a friend
Gave me life long memories
Built up my life no end
Brian Fahy
14 June 2022
+ Stressful, busy lives at home sees people escaping for a holiday to far flung and exotic places, to sit on beaches in the sun for a few days. My holidays in the 1950s were so much better. A magical journey across the sea to Ireland, to live on a farm with lots of cousins for playmates and the wide world of Glencullen to call my own.
Erris Poetry 