Daniel McDonagh

Wet Celtic Hills - Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Over these wet Celtic hills,
On top of these sad Scottish faces,
I lie naked to God
To take my soul from a body that is wasted.

Under a grey clouded sky
That has rained since freedom died,
My tombstone shall be shared with nature
For I have nothing left to share.

On the canal that was born from my tears,
Happiness sails with fresh fears,
For Scotland is trapped within her heart.
In a broken rainbow, were the gold is black.

In the pub were I once drank,
Were my thirst was dry,
Is now a distilled graveyard
For my young friends who have died.

If I am to be remembered
Through the hardships and the ills,
I will be found were the rain makes no sound,
Over these wet Celtic hills

Comments about Wet Celtic Hills by Daniel McDonagh

  • Linda Ori (10/18/2006 10:20:00 AM)

    Daniel - What a hauntingly beautiful piece of work. Sad, but powerful. Nice use of imagery. Love anything Celtic!

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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