TheCromleckatScregg©202TonyFallon 0605
Those
prehistoric dolmens or cromlecks in Clare are common
to
my knowledge this is only one in Scregg Roscommon
I
often climbed the hill and rock in my younger years
Singing
Danny Boy I could hear imaginary cheers
In
my imagination it was like singing in a Hall
Meanwhile
my mother was shouting you could slip and fall
I
climbed down immediately with so much youthful ease
But
I would not do it now with my arthritic knees
I
came at least once almost every day to play my war game
To
keep from greedy eyes my lovely Irish Dame
the
fairies owned it but in daytime it was mine
can
a lad have more excitement when he's only nine
I
hid inside the rocks sheltered and unexposed
times
there were exciting from boredom I never dozed
I
knew there might be gold buried there a handsome cache
But
at night on my bicycle I'd go by in a flash
Alone
on a hill it stands in a lonely farm location
Far
from towns and rivers there's been no excavation
I
had rivalry for shelter from bullocks cows and sheep
But
I felt no bit of guilt rousing them from sleep
eastward
were rocks where my imaginary foes were concealed
Fifty
to one were the odds yet I knew I'd never yield
Outside
I was in danger yet very safe within
I
could defy them forever I was the modern Finn
Who
were the constructors did they get a royal permit?
Was
it build for a king or was it built for a hermit?
Was
it built to scare an invading godless infidel?
Or
to be the guardian of riches as a citadel?
Was
it a place for a semi annual pagan bonfire?
Or
where our ancestors dispatched on a funeral pyre?
was
it built for cruel solitary incarceration?
was
I treading on the ashes of an old cremation?
