South South West of Tralee, The most western part of the land For thousands of years people lived there With flocks of sheep on a hillside And each had a cow of his own while , in unfertile land Potatoes were grown. A place that writers called home. Never did pen kiss asper so sweet As when it’s writers wrote of sea and of gull And eyes that stared through windows of lace Absorbing the rhythm of life’s easy pace Firers blazed all year round Coooking the fish and Lobsters they found Worldly contact was eight miles away Over a mountain to Dingle Bay And never a one did ever stay For the islands called Herchildren back home to the gull the sea and to play.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
in 1953 22 people were evacuated from the Islands caus no shops no electric no pubs. People had lived that way for thousands of years Pop..200. Many writers lived here more than any other place in the world of the same size.
Superb poem dear, we don't know we are born these days, many of us would not last a week with the hardships that people had to face day to day in the past.
Comments (5)
and hardship on the Baskets,
I've been to Dingle a few times,
Surely one of Ireland's top
beauty spots.
Mick.
I meant Blaskets !
Typo
Thank you both for your feedback
Odette cant write your off the site???
catch me on poetry
I have a picture of a place up there called loch awe ever heard of I ..magnificent
lsdy gwen123