Irish Childs Summer

Sheep now stand and graze that the ice is long gone it covered blue distant hills South beyond Dublin town It left carved rock and hill under smooth mottled haze when young I moved in light on tilled ground through sunny days Wading through cruel thistle and crawling through scented hedge of a far forgotten country searching for its ragged edge then wind sang in juvenile teeth eyes trickled as silvered rills before I could bend for home far away from gorse brushed hills