Best Donegal Poems

A line of stones;
the threat of so much space,
a fallen horizon.

Salt grass
coarse with rain,
nights heavy with tides

and the battered story
of the sea,the broken gong
of the moon, strange friends.

Then,I knew not what to call
the rough curves of peat,
slight of the sea,

a bodhran wind over the rocks.
When...

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Being from beautiful Donegal
Each day in summer I am enthralled
As soon as I see the sun shining,
Under blue skies I can be pining
To be out and about with top down.
In my little car I whiz around.
Finding back roads leading to the sea,
Undulating hills fly beneath...

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