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Archive of poems by Anne KellyThe Rocks of Creg BherigeWe played here as small children Exploring the crevices and tunnels Finding mysterious hiding places Dark enough but not too frightening. Always on the edge of adventure Crawling into the foxes' dens Peering out through rabbit's eyes Covering ourselves in grey granite. Sometimes we achieved a breakthrough Climbing up a twisted chimney Squeezing through the rocks Bursting out into bright sunshine. Often we stayed quite still inside The rock castle acting as a shield. We listened to our mother's voices Mingling with the music of the sea. Days and weeks saving turf on the bog Relieved by the magic of Creg Bherige, Crawling out on to the heather Catching the scent of bog flowers. The rocks yielded inner hiding places Where we could be our different selves Giving us shade in the sunshine And shelter in the driving rain. We tumbled out on to the soft green circle Laughing and playing aloud The secret magic of the rock structure And the soft green circle still call me back. by Anne Kelly Archive index | Next poem » |
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