From Dublin, thru the dustbowl, the saucer
to the west,
from Longford incessant rainy skies,
Padraic Colum roudabout,
skirting puddle, through the
pastures no dustbowl here.
Into the west, at Skreen, hermitage
at Ladies Brae, Knocknarea looks,
in and out of misty view,
Drumcliffe Ben Bulbin
like an ascending incense.
In the evening after rumbling skies
and rain dancing to the sound,
a drumroll at Drumcliffe,
a century on from
Nineteen-thirteen.
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