Strolling Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Along the Roe I stroll, alone but happy...

Its woodlands is the American west:
With Indian companions I am an
Explorer facing the hazards of
Warring tribes, outlaws, and rapid
Flowing rivers...

Across the Flat I'm lying on desert
Sands: a French legionnaire facing
Arab tribesmen and the burning heat
Of the Sahara sun.In contrast an Arab
Warrior opposing imperial occupation...

On the Mullagh I'm the first person
On Everest: frost bitten and almost blind
Raising the flag of my country.
An Irishman on top of the world...

By the Green I'm an author, or a Vincent,
Struggling with artistic expression...
Make believe taking me out of childhood
and early youth.

Today, along the Roe I stroll within imagination.