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BORDERS IN THE SKY  by Patricia Donnellan ©
(To the air of The Kerry Hills)

It’s in history’s pages throughout the ages
the white tailed eagles the bards inspired.
But through persecution and execution
from their native land they were all exiled.
And never did they cross the ocean
where their forefathers once had flown,
for the cruel suppression and past oppression
had left a border around their island home.

It was in September, I well remember
their story printed for all to see.
In the past rejected, they were being accepted
with the stamped approval of authority.
And never did they cross the ocean
where their forefathers once had flown,
the deeds amended, the past transcended,
they could return to their island home.

They were brought to Kerry all the way from Norway
to the National Park where wild life abounds,
In its rugged mountains and fertile woodlands
the native red deer is to be found.
Ah but they were brought across the ocean
where their forefathers once had flown,
in baskets woven to help transport them
and carry them back to their island home.

It was in Killarney near Muckross Friary
two brave young eagles took to the sky.
The unbroken pathway of the labyrinth calling
though a hundred years had long gone by.
And now the border in the sky has fallen
the stones that built it are almost down,
and the eagles fly through the open sky
just like the swallow, wild goose and swan.

They flew to Whitegate, then Bohatch mountain,
Glenvanish bog where wild cotton grows,
over Ard Aoibhinn where on a fine day
they could see the Aistear laid out below.
And that old border has disappeared now,
the fear that built it is finally gone
and the eagles fly through the open sky,
Just like the swallow, wild goose and swan.

At dusk they landed just off the mainland,
near Holy Island where the monks did dwell,
there a spark ignited, a memory lighted,
of home and hearth and life lived as one.
Now the skies are clear in the morning air,
the age old darkness gave way to dawn.
And the eagles fly in the bright blue sky,
just like the swallow, wild goose and swan

So in conclusion there is no confusion,
the white tailed eagles are here to stay.
They fly oe’r the islands and Woodpark Forest,
in search of food for their family.
And the Lough Derg water it flows beneath them
in their long absence it is still the same,
they've fished and rested where their forefathers nested
on Bushy Island their Mountshannon home.

© Pat Donnellan 2013


LET THE EAGLES FLY by Michael Marninan ©

Imagine the sky just like a blank page
Imagine the bard and imagine the sage
Imagine the words starting out on a page
And Eagles wings going to fly

Mountshannon eagles take the lake take the sky
Here is my song to remember them by
Poetry of wings and motion of words
Empty and blank is the space without birds

Imagine the clouds, wings over the lake
Changing, arranging through ripple and shade
Describing the acres with nature to rhyme
Poetry in motion, achievement sublime

Mountshannon eagles take the lake take the sky
Here is my song to remember them by
Poetry of wings and motion of words
Empty and blank is the space without birds

Dreams that are empty, schemes to fulfill
Varied is nature from valley to hill
One hundred years empty, we miss what is gone
What was lost has come back, let the eagles fly on

Mountshannon eagles take the lake take the sky
Here is my song to remember them by
Poetry of wings and motion of words
Empty and blank is the space without birds

Imagine the sky just like a blank page
Imagine the bard and imagine the sage
Imagine the words starting out on a page
And Eagles wings going to fly

Mountshannon eagles take the lake take the sky
Here is my song to remember them by
Poetry of wings and motion of words
Empty and blank is the space without birds

 


 

 

 

 
   
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