Francis Duggan


Kippagh Mountain Lake - Poem by Francis Duggan

The skylark sing above the bracken hill
That voice once heard one never can mistake
And sunlight down the silent mountain steal
And light the dark waters of Kippagh lake.

The lake trout to the shallow waters swim
They like to feel the warmth of the sun
And tiny rill that has spring as it's source
Down from the mountain through the bracken run.

In centuries gone i heard old woman say
The Gaelic bards to Kippagh mountain came
And found the inspiration for their songs
In land too wild and rough for man to tame.

They sang their songs but never wrote them down
And the bards have gone and with them died their fame
And old culture gone and people have changed too
But Kippagh mountain lake still look much the same.

I know of a lake surrounded by high hills
Where gaelic minstrel sang his final lay
A place too high and wild for man to tame
Beyond the seas thousands of miles away.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 5, 2008



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