Aine Ni Leidhin

Abhaile Home® - Poem by Aine Ni Leidhin

As soon as their master crossed the yard, it was clear
his voice sounded like flowers,
Lovable, lazy carrying greenswards towards
Beatsy, her daughters Ruby and Judy

Well those three ladies! they're fine
and walk on the road in the evening time
They stop and nibble peacefully
all the tasty otherwise out of reach treats

Fuchsias scent abounds
Rustles The Airgeadeen silvery along:
A vast quilt stretches on West
towards the sea, near Bantry.
In this moment time stood still
with thoughts of Beatsy Ruby and the foal dear Judy

Comments about Abhaile Home® by Aine Ni Leidhin

  • Shaun William Hayes (10/5/2008 6:17:00 PM)

    this is, for me, a favourite amongst your work. (Report) Reply

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  • Chris Lane (9/26/2008 6:49:00 AM)

    Áine, I just love the way you have introduced Abhaile.
    And indeed “There is no place like home”
    Reading this makes me feel like I'm
    standing on Cnoc Gréine.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 12, 2008

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