Gort An Anama Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Like fairy music a river lures
To a quiet woodland in a vale,
A place of joy in days of childhood-
Gort An Anama of the Gael.

“Oh Gort An Anama by the Roe
Tir Na Sorcha you were to me,
A source of spiritual riches which
Helped a troubled soul to see.

As I age I sense your presence,
The peaceful solitude of each path
Where more than once I sought renewal
Near to the foliage of your Rath.

Unravelling in those decades
Various problems in your domain
Strolling solitary by the Spring Well
Or resting by the Rock of Kane…”

Oh I will answer the Roe’s calling
To that quiet haven of the vale,
Drawing near the source of memories
In Gort An Anama of the Gael.

*Gort An Anama - Field or Garden of the soul.
Tir Na Sorcha - Land of Light.