On a height above the road
With views out to the sea
My grandmother’s resting place
Seems right seems right to me
My grandfather in an older spot
Lies buried in Kiltane
Where Owenmore flows quietly by
To the sea to the sea again
My mammy near Croagh Patrick
Where waters of Clew Bay
In come gently rolling
At peace at peace they say
My father with his ain folk
Out by Tyldesley town
A quiet spoken gentle man
It’s him It’s him I own
And Margaret dear Margaret
Beloved wife of mine
On a hillside stunning view
Yes yes the Highland Line
The sadness of a burial
Will settle like the soil
And brighter days will come again
The Lord the Lord its foil
Brian Fahy
12 October 2022
Erris Poetry 