The Tomb In Tyrone Poem by Alistair Graham

Down to Tyrone and the calm and splendour
An Clachan at An Creagan I will stay
I will eat and drink and write and slumber
I've put it off but now I'm on my way

A second visit for my second book
Creggan devesky will entomb the spark
For the Creggan White Hare I'll take a look
Though determined to write and leave my mark

The roar of the fire, my solitary friend
I will lean out the stable door to smoke
While I write at the table I'll pretend
It isn't true that I am close to broke

The next guest here may be a writer too
The cottage is vacated now for you