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From In Ballaghaderreen (book 1)
Bockagh Hill
In the bilberry time,
When the swallows would fly
Too close to the top
Of the hill where I'd lie
And the granite giraffe
Hid his head in the sky,
I'd know it would soon be
The wind and a sigh.
Memory Stones
The names above the dates
Like berries catch the eye
Amid these memory stones.
Emerson was right,
A slip of boy saw this
And still saw all of that.
When Oisin rode away
An imagery was gone,
But not forever gone.
Musha Ireland did you think
Your meter, rhythm, sound,
Sensations in the mind
Would really turn to clay,
Upon a Summer's day?
Upon a Summer's day?
II
An unspent feeling brings me back
To view these memory stones
Of time and place
Where once loved face,
In me, is now a tone.
Here, Summer berries
Ever keep
Their promises
And never weep
To come as we
On pilgrim feet,
To ask again
Amid the bleat,
Where in the ancient cauldron heat
Did word and footstep meet?
......William Brendan McPhillips
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