Sligo Sights Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

On a Summer holiday years back
Staying in Sligo town
We planned the week's activities
The rain kept pouring down
We climbed Knocknarea
Saw Queen Maeve's tomb in the fog
We contemplated Benbulben
The foothills were a bog
We visited Yeats gravestone
Beneath Drumcliff's church bell
Visited Markievicz's old home
The stately Lissadell
A wood carver in Sligo
Impressed us with his art
Folklore and woodwork
Both dear to his heart
Across from the Isle of Inisfree
We picnicked in the car
I can still hear the waterfall
In wonderful Glencar
We went to Coney Island
When the tide was out
We explored the idyllic island
There was nobody about
In Strandhill the huge waves
Were whipped up in the wind
We took in as much as possible
Before the week would end
The Carrowkeel Caves
Were an amazing sight to see
The next sight more surprising
The children would agree
Passing by a launderette
As we were going back
A man was dressed in a Santa suit
A black bag on his back
He couldn't get his laundry dry
It was all he'd left to wear
But despite all the rain
We enjoyed our stay up there!