Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

The Find - Poem by Francis Ledwidge

I took a reed and blew a tune,
And sweet it was and very clear
To be about a little thing
That only few hold dear.

Three times the cuckoo named himself,
But nothing heard him on the hill,
Where I was piping like an elf
The air was very still.

'Twas all about a little thing
I made a mystery of sound,
I found it in a fairy ring
Upon a fairy mound.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010



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