Land of my Ancestor

Land of my Ancestor

Mountain side
full of quartzite
Hills covered
In bog soil
Only for grazing
Land so infertile

Crystal lakes
Purple heather
No potato to grow
Children light as a feather

Fields riddled with blight
Landlords
in the big houses
Still doing alright

Famine comes
Hard times
Soup kitchens
People line
The fight to survive
Long queue’s
Illness and death
Is all the news

Land of my mother
Land of my father
Land of my ancestor

Bailiffs swarm
Battles ensue
Tenement shacks
House in disrepair

Dilapidation
Dreams of Emancipation
The only answer was Emigration

To impose Bishops will
The last Druid
Colmcille
His Story was stolen
Hearts pure
People still unbroken
Native tongue
As gaeilge
No English
To be spoken

Glenveigh
Errigal
Poisioned Glen
How I long
to be there
once again

The hills of
Donegal

Land of my mother
Land of my father
Land of my ancestor.

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About the Poem
This poem came to me over some time I spent on the land in west Donegal among the captivating Derryveagh mountains.
The people here really do have hearts as big as their mountains.
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Domhnall Curran
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