We went to the edge of the world we did
From Tyldesley’s cobbled streets
My mother’s home place Erris
Where sea and mountain meet
Across a sea and across a land
And out beyond the world
The EN Five Nine they call it now
It goes where sea mists swirl
Only natives know this place
You wouldn’t go there at all
It’s Cromwelll’s country hell or Connaught
There no cosy stall
People in poor cabins
Potatoes for their food
Bog land all their company
Beauty wild and rude
Now it is serenaded
The Wild Atlantic Way
Hotels now and golf course
Next stop Amerikay
It always was a lovely place
Its people they were fine
My mother came from out that place
I am proud to call it mine
Brian Fahy
2 September 2022
Erris Poetry 