Dominic Poem by Matt Mooney

Dominic

Rating: 4.5


We returned from school by his boreen
And we stopped off for a while to chat;
He had a big grey dog good at barking,
An idle easy going donkey; never a cat;

He fed a fat pig for himself every year,
And kept every Irish Press that he read-
I believe that from what I used to hear:
They say they were stacked in the shed.

When over the fields and walls I'd call-
I'd check first if smoke was ascending;
The hedges hid a house, cosy and small
Near the foot of stone steps descending.

I'd stroll in and sit with him by the fire
For some peace with our pastoral hermit,
Who to Lisdoonvarna quietly would retire
At the coming of September to his benefit.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A personage from the early part of my life in Galway.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gerry Daly 04 May 2020

Nice memorial stone recently erected for Dominic inside the old church in Killogilleen cemetery.

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Zahra Shariat 14 January 2013

Thank you Mr Mooney for such a live poem.

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Matt Mooney

Matt Mooney

South Galway, Ireland.
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