| Poems by Achill Island writer Anne Kelly. This section contains poems about Achill and other subjects, written by Achill Island native Anne Kelly. Use the links below to return to the poems index page or the daily poem from Achill Island. |
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Archive of poetry by Anne KellyAchill (traditional)I am of Achill The sea and mountains, Rivers, lakes, fields, Flowers, fences, Rocks, pebbles, stones, Cliffs, wells, springs, Heather, fuscia, gorse Rough terrain and smooth All are part of me. I am of Achill Achill people formed me My father bent his back in England My mother picked potatoes in Scotland Relatives of mine broke stones In quarries as far away As America and South Africa. All Achill people Achill to the bone. You are of Achill Your people lie in Kildownet Or further west in Sliabh Mor Your sons and daughters travel To cities of distant shores Achill paths were trodden Long before Famine times Fine musicians and singers Voices still in the wind. We are of Achill Clouds, rainbows, rains, Families exiled and scattered People on ships and planes. People with cherished memories Who never feel far away From the tones and textures of Achill From the tang of Atlantic spray. I am of Achill Memories in ancient ruins Houses and lands deserted Villages speaking in stones. Blending of winds and waters Soft mists and cold brown clay. We are the people of Achill Whether we go or stay. by Anne Kelly Archive index | Next poem » |
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