Lough Crew

The spreading sea and rolling hills are far away,
sweeping curves of river Boyne
beneath the ancient mounds of Knowth,
below the ruins of Rathfram, the ocean
breaking on the fertile coasts of Mayo;
kin to the wet grass and pungent cattle,
the curving roads and tiny villages,
I am oceans away yet I am not
for the land is with me,
not just the stone from a grave
but the life that flows within
the soaking fields and distant mountains
as I stand upon the crest of Lough Crew
belonging to this rich green earth,
rooted with her long forgiving people.


12 Responses to “Lough Crew”

  1. Pichay says:

    Ach, aye, d’lough, laddie bro. T’would be a fine licht nicht ‘neath fulling moon.

  2. Eilish says:

    I love this poem. I can feel the ancient Irish poetry channeled through you. I also love the photos!

  3. Bill Dare says:

    Goin’ Home ta da Ol’ Sod… welcome.

  4. Nancy Rose Meeker says:

    Beautiful, Don.
    Thank you for this window into your poignant experience.

    When I visited Ireland a number of years ago I felt so much that I was in tears half the time. Your ‘belonging’ is direct lineage as well as other levels, but I felt a recognition too.

  5. Marco says:

    Loved it; thank you!

  6. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Wow, Don – yes, beautiful, real, as always – AND – the rhythm of the lines in this piece is so different from your usual! This is a rhythm remembered. The energy of place took you, and shaped your words into the hypnotic beat of a bodhran. It may never let you go… Not that I don’t love your less lyrical rhythms, but this – this moves me before the meaning of the words arrives. So powerful.

  7. Andrew Shier says:

    Thank you, Don. I love the feel of this poem and the rhythms of earth and people in ancient harmony. The pictures add so much – need to include a pic of you with them.

  8. Mel says:

    Wow… what can I say…
    Your words have really captured it…
    And the photos complement your words beautifully…
    I look forward to visiting Lough Crew with you again…

  9. You speak to my own ancestry with a pattern I know deeply. You are, indeed, a son of Ireland, and I should know.
    What is it about this misty, mystical, mythical island that connects in the blood of it’s people and once connected never lets go. Perhaps the heart of the Mother is still wide open in this place causing our hearts to open wide as well. Standing heart to heart with Her, with ancestors gathered ’round, we know the feeling of Home will be with us wherever we go.

  10. Bob Weaver says:

    I enjoy your poems, here from another emerald island – Waldron.

  11. Eleanor Gill MIlner says:

    I love the poem. The photos speak another language… both tear at the spirit to remember, deep in DNA. My grandmother’s family name was Mayo.

  12. Mark Dellamano says:

    Seamus Heaney, in offering an explanation for the eminence of poetry in Ireland, says the acoustic is just better there. Apparently so. Thanks for sharing the spirit of your time there.

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