Sliabh Aughty, my own mountain mine,
Rhododendroned ridge ever there for me;
Fields ascending higher as I go
From Ballylee to Loughrea's lake:
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Beautifully written, the words so vivid you paint a picture scene after scene. Its a great poem 10+
Great words.. great thoughts.. great vision... Nice work there...
This poem is so raw and poignant that I wept as I read it. What a statement, what gut-wrenching observations of massive destruction of nature and of God’s marvelous creatures. I am still deeply moved by this piece, sir, and I salute you for sharing it.10++++
Throw up your head and horns on high, You wild and fearsome toro, While the river of mud, the mountain's blood, Flows from the land of Lough Atorick Well-written poem with excellent detailing of nature and man-society. Natural calamity, worries and again dependence to the nature. A wide landscape but balanced in every tone. Regards, 10+ pranab
THIS POEM CARRIES ME ON YOUR JOURNEY, AND THROUGH YOUR EYES I SEE, ALL THE BEAUTIES THAT WAS FOGOTTEN UNTIL YOU SET IT FREE. WONDERFULLY TOLD! A DOUBLE TEN AGAIN
Beautifully written, the words so vivid you paint a picture scene after scene. Its a great poem 10+