Kenmare Poems - Poems about Kenmare

...Many-hued pubs bid me welcome As would friends on the street And so does Cromwell Bridge Where long ago we first met. I see the fields where we played And plucked up the kerry violets......

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...IRELAND’S RAIN You don’t have to see it raining in Ireland to know that it is so The Bay at Kenmare is always mist-covered and smelling of moisture - As the clouds come sweeping in from the A......

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