The Land Of My Youth Poem by Liam ó Comáin
The Land Of My Youth
I will arise and go
to a wood alongside
the Roe
where I will raise a
house of Irish oak
and Sperrin stone
Rural peace
and solitude
I will share
with mallard and heron
Drinking spring water
from a holy well
where I was a Mohican
in those early days
Reading and writing verse
digging and planting
rising with the dawn and
bedding with the sun
Perhaps there I canbe one
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