And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
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Fear poem, excellently worded. Captured peace here on its own lovely way. A greatest pleasure reading this time and again. Peace be with the family of Patrick Kavanagh! Peace be with us all over the world. Thank you so much for creating this mesmerizing poem. May Patrick rest in Peace. God Bless in Abundance to the family of Patrick. Amen.
What an insult this electronic mish mash does to Patrick Kavanagh's emotive and treasured poem...shameful.
Out of that childhood country what fools climb To fight with tyrants Love and Life and Time? Thanks for these beautiful lines in such a nice poem.
Peace discovered in the serenity of nature and victory over tyrants through love. Great poem. Thanks.
It has lot of facts and great ideas. A good poem.
Ugh that for kids and adults