Below In Killarney Poem by Dermot McGarthy

Below In Killarney

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In Kerry, but doesn't quite belong,
Founded on a bigger premise,
A melody, for every migrant's song,
Energy that never dies,
Gently forging new ties,
Between body and soul,
Now, In tandem together,
The heaviest load that you will lift,
A single white feather.
It's always been here,
As old as the wind and the valleys,
Through which it blows,
The special spirit,
Of genteel anarchy,
A melting pot of to and fro.
Worshipping in this Gaelic Mecca,
With gifts that God has given free.
Quietude in which to listen,
Closing your eyes,
To see.

Friday, May 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: belonging
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hazel Durham 13 May 2017

County Kerry is a place I have always loved and your poem speaks of it's character 'of genteel anarchy.' A special place where dreamers and schemers mingle with acceptance of their own importance in a county that is spellbinding with beauty and a serenity of sense of place! A stunning poem!

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