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MEMORIES OF BAGENALSTOWN
Poem Number 1 of 21
By the late Eileen Breen
March 27, 1916 - May 5, 2006
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Don’t you remember red valerian
growing on ivied walls
near Rudkin’s Mill
the lilac scent at evening
near the Canon’s
and watching children bend their nets
to fill jam jars with pinkeens
Dunleckney Manor
caught in evening sunset
red gate, red blinds
against the granite gray
through laurel paths
and wooded grove we’d saunter
then home by Aughney’s Mills
another day with smoky tea
bread and jam we’d picnic
Up “The Rocks” all fern filled we’d hide
make believe world
games of Cowboys and Indians
or dreaming love’s young dreams
of groom and bride
Dog rose and daisy filled the hedgerows
along the “Stump” then home the Barrow Line
poppy filled crannies near the sand pit
the moon about St. Mary’s
and the church bells chime
Photographs by Mary Doyle, Bagenalstown.
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