On the Shanafassteen Road - Galway
UNSUPPORTED CODE I(The ancient lines of raised potato plantations are visible from the roads in the hills above Oughterard in County Galway, Eire - this poem laments the long ago disappearance of those whose paradise and playground this once was) UNSUPPORTED CODE
Far away, a furrowed field
reminds us, you and me,
of ancient toil and lives lived out
and days we’ll never see.
Where sweat and toil were offerings,
where lifetimes came and went
without the need for anything
but soil, and rain, God sent.
Where each and every line of green
(still visible to this day)
reminds us of the long lost world
where ancestors once lay.
We see their paths, these rocks -their homes -
feel spirits long since drawn
away from Mother Earth’s embrace,
where lives were etched upon
this fertile land of mystery,
this perfect place of peace
this wonderful complexity
of ‘Shanafastaoiste’
Copyright © Martin Mcareavey | Year Posted 2017
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