We Feel These Places Home Poem by Dennis Ryan

We Feel These Places Home



June 17,2008

"It is very difficult to find the beginning."
- Philippe Claudel

We sense home in some places,
all along the way going there,
to a beginning we don't exactly
understand, along sea and shore,
the beginning maybe a few old houses
in the Silver Mountains south of Nenagh,
southeast of Ballina, southwest of Toomyvara,
east of Castleconnel, closeby Sliexekimalta;
t'was there once, we reckon.We lived
on the sea in Kerry and Clare, went back
and forth, from andto these places where
the Irish still say "Dia duit, " and "Dia's Muire duit"
in return.And yes, "Go ne-eiri do bhothar leat."
Yes, these are the places we feel home, the way
Yeats felt in Sligo, the fields ascending under
Ben Bulbenin summer, andin winter snow.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: ancestry,family,father,intuition,ireland,language,mountains,towns
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Ireland- -in particular, the "Silver Highlands" of central Ireland- - is the home of my ancestors on my father's father's side of the family.
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Dennis Ryan

Dennis Ryan

Wellsville, New York
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