Over the hills of Lough,
The boys go now
With their pockets
Full of promises;
And their heels kicking
The dust from their feet,
Like fathers pushing away
The years shown in their greying hair.
Listen. The voices carry.
The boys have shouldered
The labours of centuries;
And now over the hills of Lough
They go now,
With their caps
On their heads
And over the brow;
Leaving the girls
To their maidenhood
And the old men
Who once climbed
The hills, but soon
Came back again.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:34 AM UTC
Over the hills of Lough,
The boys go now
With their pockets
Full of promises;
And their heels kicking
The dust from their feet,
Like fathers pushing away
The years shown in their greying hair.
Listen. The voices carry.
The boys have shouldered
The labours of centuries;
And now over the hills of Lough
They go now,
With their caps
On their heads
And over the brow;
Leaving the girls
To their maidenhood
And the old men
Who once climbed
The hills, but soon
Came back again.
2007 poem.
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