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annie brady
by Peter Humphreysat sunrise,
let us
meet on
annie brady
bridge
and
watch
a swirling,
teeming
bog
brown
tide,
the current
and
the flow
in the morning
letÂ’s
walk
on inver strand
and trace
paths
that
others
made
new ways
for
futures
shared
as one
this evening
let us lie
on heather
beds
with
cotton sheets
below
Slieve Fiach's
purpling brow
to smile
and make
to go
to
Brady's bar
to listen,
to talk,
to sing
away
the darknesses
outside
within
to crackle
with the turf
to sparkle
in the
night.
09/28/2006 Posted on 09/28/2006
Copyright © 2025 Peter Humphreys
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/28/06 at 06:50 PM Love this Peter. "to crackle with the turf to sparkle in the night." I've burned Bord na Móna peat bricks. The smell is a bit of heaven to me.
Thanks.
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| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/03/06 at 04:28 AM That we should all find ourselves here - you create a warm scene - like a welcome home. Thank you. |
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