Kerry Sonnet
Now I must off to the Kingdom of Kerry
Where sea eagles soar surveying the brine
Where foxglove and sloe cress and black berry
Amass neath the Reeks forever entwined
A poet once spoke of Cahersiveen
And Derrynane’s king did naught but good
One playwright and Sive and mighty Tom Crean
St Brendan his craft of leather and wood
Home grown Setanta’s to grace every field
As beautiful roses dance in the rain
From Currow to Dingle not ones to yield
E’en when each valley was once racked with pain
Glorious Kenmare and blossoms in Sneem
Skelligs near heaven are only supreme.
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