WJ Cooper series No 4

No 4. Cavan Sonnet.

Frost on the grass by silky Lough Sheelin
And chromed by the moon as vibrant trout breach
Breifne’s brethren at turf fires are kneeling
From Cuilcaghs a brook the ocean shall reach
Perched on a crannog Oughter’s own castle
And Burren so pure the angels rejoice
Cabra on high with drape and gold tassle
As Cavan’s ghosts chant, together in voice
Hawthorns adorning the road to Cootehill
While lake waters lap on each golden shore
Each God given bird makes music so shrill
‘Tis there I shall rest and sleep evermore
Oh smooth Cavan hills my home and my love
And meadows so soft, yes soft as a dove.

Tom Clancy

About Tom Clancy, Poet, Folk Singer,

Tom Clancy, Poet. He is a renowned Irish folk musician, an aficionado of the tin whistle and the unique sounding, "Low Whistle". Well known as a Trad Folk Singer and International Rugby player, his poetry now speaks for itself, from the Hearth and the Heart. Facebook features more and more Poetry extracts as he nears the launch of his first book of poems. Tom is available as an after dinner speaker and entertainer, delivering the music and stories that form the soundtrack of his life.
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