For my childhood, my adolescence and young adulthood, the Ireland I knew was one of emigration, as it was for my parents, their parents and their parents. Our family farm was in the Mountains of Mourne, looking down to Carlingford Lough.


today

today
we walk
the foreshore
of wrack and wreck
kicking stones
as bones
of people lost
we look
up
to rills
of rock
that now
alone
forlorn
and lost
stand
as broken ribs
on mountain bare
where years before
our people
cared
laboured
loved
lost
at such a
cost
and what
a cost
to them
but
such a gain
for me
and
for
you




Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-05-04 at 14:06

Tags Ireland  Love  Emigration 

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M Heathcote
A very earthy poem Peter
a truly delight to read :)
2007-06-10



delightful, dear Peter, as always...you know, I read your works and always find myself dreaming and wondering among the images that you create...it is such a beautiful experience!...
Lilly xxx
2007-05-04


kath
It is,as Rob says, a pleasure to read your poem ... it has it all .. history, longing ... a beautiful flow and a true meaning ...

it is so true we have so much to thank our ancestors for .....

best wishes
katherine
2007-05-04


Rob Graber
Superb, I think, for its rhythm, free rhyming, and alliteration... A pleasure!
2007-05-04