Gateways Poem by Matt Mooney

Gateways



Gateways

It takes as little as an empty gateway
Idly straddling a hill no matter where-
And sometimes I can picture it clearly,
To take me back, to turn my thoughts-
Times I may be days and nights away,
To the field at home behind the house.

Too late it came that new motorway
Neck and neck with the Ennis road;
The old way was good enough then
For long before I lost my destination;
Now there's nothing there no more
To touch- 'not a stone upon a stone'.

From the Falls Hotel I saw a rookery
And I'm riveted to the raucous crows:
The only sound that filled the silence
That hung over the empty farmhouse,
As I retreated from its hold on me,
Was their tense staccato conversation.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When the land you loved has changed hands.
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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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