TheCromleckatScregg

 

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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?