I spent some time on this Island during this summer 0f 2006, I have written a few pieces on Achill. if you like you can view them here. poetryjunction.proboards19/index.cgi… This is the Poem, if you like it and would like more info, either contact me through E mail or you can contact me through this Poetry forum Link at which I am a member and Administrator. Thank you. Paul. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Regression on Achill I travelled to the Island, Over the sound of Achill, A heady current gives Name to this town. The road took me up Bended Bog Mountains, From mainland, I stopped At the town-land of Keel, Quenching my thirst, At the out-post Minaun! A weary person is always welcomed Here, Slievemore beckons me To ramble its hard rock hills, Which look down on furrowed fields Still showing the scars of bygone times. Graveyard stones telling Forgotten stories of woe, Where long lost loved ones rest So peacefully now, In my mind I wonder How they lived their lives. A deserted village Of the Booley nomads, Who came then vanished, In a famished existence, A hunger for life, Now never to be known, as They gathered their flocks From this sheltered seasonal stop Drifting into the mists, Never to return again! What happened here? I ask myself as I wander. Though the souls Of old are eager to show How they once lived. As I, once more wonder Sitting on a worn down rock In this roofless ruin, The walls are not talking, But they speak their truths Of centuries gone by, The sorrow still showing, These crumbled dreams Of yester-year, That fell in this village of desertion, Now the souls that do wander here, Want their stories so desperately told. The harsh landscape calls out In desolated barren silence, Showing the scars of so long ago, When famine existed, For the ancestors of Achill They had to leave this beloved land, To the new world and yonder So long ago, harshness did follow This story of old! By Paul Martin 15~07~06
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