rock and heather
is the mantle
of this place
wild goats roam
its heights
grey dark clouds
entomb its sky
a desolate
donegal highland
a roof less school
stands to the left
of a corner within
sight of a few
huddled cottages
the alma mater
of previous
generations
now scattered
throughout the globe
a community
dispersed
leaving a few
to live out its demise
it is a rugged place
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