The Shannon Flow Poem by Matt Mooney
The Shannon Flow
The Shannon’s face-
Unwrinkled as ever
Like the new milk
We knew in a basin,
By Gleann Chorbraí;
The sun after rising
Prances and dances
On our uisce beatha.
Silver now its sheen
Between the low hills;
Its banks along define
The way it can be one
With its gigantic sea.
Notes:
(uisce beatha= ‘water of life’
Béal= ‘mouth’
Gleann Chorbraí=Glin.)
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4/18/2024 10:48:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great write........wel done