I tracked you home
I’m sensitive like that
From Gatwick’s busy flight paths
And London’s teeming streets
To that quiet road in Achill
Where Mangans used to meet
You lived your days in London
Brought up the family
Bonny girl you were and all
As anyone could see
A ready smile and humour
Able for the world
A long time since I saw you
Lovely Irish girl
Your passing marks an end game
On my London days
I felt at home in your house
Erris Achill ways
People of the West we were
Where bog land meets the sea
God rest you Bridgie
Now you’re home
Slievemore your reverie
Brian Fahy
18 November 2022
Erris Poetry 