ireland, killybegs, ardara, donegal
An Cruiscin Lan
Sleep for a while my love, With memories of mountains and sea Fresh in your troubled mind, Dream of Ard Na Breatha And the cliffs we've left behind Pay no heed to the traffic Or the selfish whims of men, Lame from fast machines, Dream of Ardara and Killybegs And the patchwork of lowland greens Wake when your soul has rested And the lines are gone from your head, When I have written this scanty Verse from the beer and wine, Wake when the rain has stopped pouring And the sun is preparing to shine.
© Severn Dwyer. For my dearest Monika, 2010