Treasure Island

Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

Ardan Mór


AS I was climbing Ardan Mór
From the shore of Sheelin lake,
I met the herons coming down
Before the water’s wake.

And they were talking in their flight
Of dreamy ways the herons go
When all the hills are withered up
Nor any waters flow.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Ardan Mór by Francis Ledwidge )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. May Cloaks, Saiom Shriver
  2. Time and Tide, Aftab Alam
  3. By Her Fruits, George Egba
  4. Ars Poetica A Sonnet, Daniel Brick
  5. Like Jews Harps, Francie Lynch
  6. Inner Power, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  7. Start anew, gajanan mishra
  8. BACK TO SCHOOL, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  9. Melancholia (haiku), hap rochelle
  10. قصه ماه 1, ALI MOSLEHI

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]