| A Poem: Rae- na- scrín -- Reenascreena |
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| Written by Chris Lane | |
| Thursday, 15 June 2006 | |
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The following poem about Reenascreena was submitted to the site by Chris Lane -- many thanks Chris! [CJ] Rae- na- scrín -- ReenascreenaWhen oft I stop and wonder, Sitting for a while, Beneath the shade of a oak tree, With memories I do smile.
For there in Eireanns field, A Stone throw from Carrig- fadda, Lays outstretched as if in sleep, The crossroads of Rae- na- scrín, On a winters day, We’re clouded in, as drizzle, As if the God from up above, blowing in a whistle, Saw fit in seeing droplets fall, softening a thistle. Over on GlounBrack, A Bodhrán softly played, Rhythms-finely made, Fish in Inchinattin swayed.
In Tulligs rocky stand, Troops of fairies daily, Waiting patiently, Just like yesterday, Joyfully-Sun races round, Over the hills of Rae- na- scrín. |
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