Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Connemara


They have it all in Connemara –
Bogs and ocean and stacks of turf;
The wind sweeping over the headland;
The howl of the ancient surf.

They've got the best in Connemara:
The best of the ruined barns,
The best of the pitted landscape
And the bone-chilling fireside yarns.

They live a dream in Connemara –
A dream that holds them in thrall.
What they don't have in Connemara
Is not worth having at all.

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