Poems From The Boreen

Home was at the end of a long, winding boreen in County Waterford in rural Ireland; The Comeragh mountains were a few miles in one direction, the roaring Atlantic ocean a similar distance in the other. Between the devil and the deep blue sea you might say.! The boreen was potholed in winter and overgrown in summer, but it was home - and it possessed my young soul and my growing body.. I grew up there - and bits of me stayed there. In the hedges and furze bushes, in the groves and ploughed fields, in the streams and ponds. This chapbook is a tribute to that happy place of my youth.