Readers Stories

John McCullagh February 2, 2004

Dome of Slieve Gullion And of your broodMy soul is apartIn your rock-heather heartSlave to your mood. Mystical beautyBreathes on your browSun-setting beamsLull me to dreamsFar from my plough. Wild inspirationFlees unexpressedThrough tinted sun-trapAncient mist wool-capStirring my breast. Mountain of mysteryOf Fionn the braveOf Saint-scholared GaelOf legend and tale I am your slave. Michael J […]