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Friday Poetry : in the Valley Of Slievenamon , Charles Joseph Kickham

The Valley Of Slievenamon Irish Landscape Images Nigel Borrington

The Valley Of Slievenamon
Irish Landscape Images
Nigel Borrington

Alone, all alone, by the wave-washed strand
All alone in the crowded hall
The hall it is gay, and the waves they are grand
But my heart is not here at all.
It flies far away, by night and by day
To the times and the joys that are gone.
But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met
In the valley of Slievenamon.
It was not the grace of her queenly air
Nor her cheek of the rose’s glow
Nor her soft black eyes, not her flowing hair
Nor was it her lily-white brow,
‘Twas the soul of truth, and of melting ruth
And the smile like a summer dawn
That sold my heart away on a soft summer day
In the valley of Slievenamon.

In the festival hall, by the star-washed shore,
Ever my restless spirit cries.
‘My love, oh, my love, shall I ne’er see you more.
And my land, will you never uprise?’
By night and by day, I ever, ever pray
While lonely my life flows on
To see our flag unfurled and my true love to enfold
In the valley of Slievenamon.
Charles Joseph Kickham

Poems by Charles Joseph Kickham

5 responses

  1. Thanks for making me read these poems Nigel

    September 17, 2016 at 7:59 pm

    • Hello Elaine πŸ™‚

      Thank you , its a pleasure to share these poems πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

      September 19, 2016 at 5:31 pm

  2. Enjoyed reading the poem

    September 17, 2016 at 9:32 pm

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