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“If you keep looking back, You’ll keep walking into crap“

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A trip to Sligo

I stepped off the train in Sligo Town

To meet with my friend Sam

The winds they blew quite blustery

But the pace of the town seemed calm

He drove me through the church grounds

With buildings of carved stone

Then introduced me to Jimmy and John

Sure I thought he was driving home

They stood at the gate of some out-houses

Which were derelict for years on end

James painted the window frame

They had made a shed for men

Each out-house had its own purpose

There was one for meetings and tea

Another was a workshop

Where James made a pen for me

He took a piece of bog oak

Two thousand years of age

Drilled and bored the centre

Then spun it on a lathe

This craftsman carved and polished it

In front of my very eyes

Then gifted me with a beautiful pen

What a gracious surprise

We chatted with tea in the meeting room

Where Mike kindly bought my book

These men transformed this ancient ruin

And gave it a modern look

Edith cooked homemade meals

Sam brought me on walks and drives

The beautiful lakes and sea and land

Enhanced these peoples lives

The caves of Keash entranced me

As old as this ancient land

Benbulben stood both proud and bold

Beauty not made by man

Strand hill gave us a sunset

Casting orange on clouds and sea

Gentle waves rolled to the bay

For that moment my spirit was free

Tis now I know what inspired Yeats

To turn beauty into words

This place a gracious blessing

To its people, its wildlife and its birds

By John Hayden May 2019