The little cove where I spent the afternoon.
This post is dedicated to Bernadette at Haddon Musings and her Senior Salon.
The sun shone again today ( a rare occasion this past year!) so I just had to take time out to spend a few hours relaxing on the nearest beach at Carrickfin.
I wrote this poem last year for all those who had to leave Ireland after the very abrupt ending of the Celtic Tiger . Who knows if they or the salmon will return?
Two pillars stand like sentries,
Guarding a channel,
Where ghosts of the past roam,
On white horses stretching towards Gola,
Few fishermen set to sea now,
To catch Wild Atlantic Salmon,
With glistening skin and succulent pink flesh,
The fish are gone,
The men are gone,
To distant shores….