|A verse taken from poem by Tom Murtagh
"My Loved Colmcille"
"When I think of it now sure my memory recalls
Pulliness, Pullaveeny, the lonely Four Walls;
The stately old Cromlech, och! oft I was told
It was lofted at ease by giants of old.
The hill by the church where we climbed long ago
To view the wide world in the valleys below,
Little homes and boreens and the rivers that spill
In the sylvan lagoon of my loved Colmcille"
Source: "A path through Colmcille", compiled by Owen Denneny
Posted by tjj
21st February 2010ce
Edited 21st February 2010ce